Luyện nghe bài hát When Disaster Strikes

God

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

On and on, return the future like a centurion
All my affiliates, let's stack 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' be wrong
Set the high standards for corny niggaz to get the
Bleach your ass blonde and black your color back to
On Happy I be the coolest nigga like The Fonz

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

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

Yo, I flows so ridiculous
Rhyme flow taste good like a handful of licorice
Practice rhyme or be the local practitionist
you can try bein' a doctor or bein a local obstetricianist
See, you can be
Quit to work so fuckin' hard to-wards nothin'
This rhyme shit was designed for every swollen muffin'
Yo, I'm

Why niggaz think that y'all could really see my Squad?
And if we hit you that's when you feel the power of the God
Do it right and big up my peeps and A
On alike, repel, especially When Disaster Strikes
Extremely delicate the blowin' out of candlelights
The quiet killings of projects niggaz whenever 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 never ever get no wins inside mi
We killin all like we kill the cucurachas
Bounce to ceremonies, like we winnin' Oscars
Rhymin' rastas, eatin' enough pasta, hah, yo

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

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