Luyện nghe bài hát When Disaster Strikes

God

Yeah, for all you motherfuckers across the entire galaxy
Busta Rhymes and the whole Flipmode Squad
Back at motherfuckers in 1997
Hah, Disaster Strikes, When Disaster Strikes
Take a look and sit on the sidelines and witness

On and on, return from the future like a
All my affiliates, let's another mill-ion
you learn on how the words go to my motherfucking song
Watch me puts it on, it you open all day long
The way we fuck shit up you thinkin' somethin' must be
Set the high standards for corny to get the gong
Bleach your ass blonde and your color back to bronze
On Days I be the coolest nigga like The Fonz

So spectacular how I touch from here to Africa
My Zimbabwe niggaz bangin' my joints up in Acura
Pssh, OOH! Makin' you feel the funk from bumper to
an imported 500 in foreign license plate numbers, ha ha
Laugh at ya, oh, me and my
Flip-ass niggaz over quick frying pan spatulas
Why do you be wastin' your time, mad at us?
Every voice should sing and the music sound miraculous

Yes yes y'all, Squad y'all
We reign in 1997
When Strikes, you will all feel
When Disaster Strikes, you all see
When Disaster Strikes, you will all bear
To the most high

Yo, I flows so ridiculous
flow taste good like a handful of cherry licorice
Practice rhyme or be the local practitionist
Well you can try bein' a doctor or bein a local
See, you can be
Quit tryin' to work so fuckin' to-wards nothin'
This rhyme shit was never for every swollen muffin'
Yo, I'm

Why y'all niggaz think y'all could really see my Squad?
And if we hit you hard that's when you feel the of the God
Do it and big up my peeps and A Alikes
On alike, repel, especially feel When Disaster
delicate like the blowin' out of candlelights
The killings of projects niggaz whenever they wanna fight

That type of shit that and blind a nigga eyesight, aiiight?
We keepin' it tight, y'all don't want it, right?
You will ever get no wins inside mi casa
We killin all impostors like we kill the
Bounce to award ceremonies, we winnin' Oscars
Rhymin' rastas, eatin' enough pasta, hah, yo

We keep it for all of y'all
Freak y'all niggaz out while I'm makin' y'all fall
Disaster will hitcha quick any time you brawl
Perm, press, a nigga back, peel of the wall
So tell me, why do you be wastin' your time, mad at us?
Every voice should and help the music sound miraculous!

Hah, oh yes y'all!
This situation, has now been brought before very eyes
And as we carry on Flipmode continues to conquer the world
When Strikes, you will all fear
When Strikes, you will all bear witness
To The High Exalted, hah!