Luyện nghe bài hát When Disaster Strikes

God

Yeah, for all you across the whole entire galaxy
Busta Rhymes and the whole entire Flipmode
Back at y'all 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 stack mill-ion
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 thinkin' must be wrong
Set the standards for corny niggaz 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 to Africa
My Zimbabwe bangin' my joints up in they Acura
Pssh, OOH! you feel the funk from bumper to bumper
Drive an imported 500 in foreign license numbers, ha ha
at ya, oh, me and my passengers
Flip-ass niggaz 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, Squad y'all
We reign in 1997
When Disaster Strikes, you all feel
When Disaster Strikes, you all see
Disaster Strikes, you will all bear witness
To the high exalted

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

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

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

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

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