Luyện nghe bài hát When Disaster Strikes

God

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

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

So spectacular how I touch souls from here to
My Zimbabwe bangin' my joints up in they Acura
Pssh, OOH! Makin' you feel the funk from to bumper
Drive an imported 500 in foreign license numbers, ha ha
Laugh at ya, oh, me and my
niggaz over quick like frying pan spatulas
Why do you be your time, bein' mad at us?
Every voice sing and help the music sound 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 Disaster Strikes, you will all witness
To the most high

Yo, I flows so ridiculous
Rhyme taste good like a handful of cherry licorice
Practice rhyme or be the local practitionist
Well you can try a doctor or bein a local obstetricianist
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 that could really see my Squad?
And if we hit you hard that's you feel the power of the God
Do it right and big up my and A Alikes
On alike, repel, especially When Disaster Strikes
Extremely delicate like the out of candlelights
The quiet killings of projects whenever they wanna fight

That type of that shine and blind a nigga eyesight, aiiight?
We keepin' it tight, y'all niggaz don't it, right?
You will never get no wins inside mi casa
We killin all impostors we kill the cucurachas
Bounce to award ceremonies, we winnin' Oscars
Rhymin' rastas, eatin' exotic pasta, hah, yo

We keep it movin' for all of
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 them of the
So tell me, why do you be wastin' time, bein' mad at us?
voice should sing and help the music sound miraculous!

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