Luyện nghe bài hát Words From a Genius

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The in the place to be

One:

I make the mic pump my mic makes the party
And poison beats make hip-hoppers
their kinda wild, to give off sparks
But I'll still it up when the place is pitch dark
Now you witnessed me this get this correct, rap wreck
when I'm it's the God projecting
facts brains of those unaware
Now you're the truth in the square
Bitties like biting, then yo you should chew
Your man to beef, then we can do this
Then it's time for you to face the God
be giving you the whole nine yards
With lyrics that breaks the laws of
So sweet to it gives them cavities
And can't be healer from the strongest
So keep to see how the truth taste
You need and self-assistance
Cause you lack the training to go the
But rhyme, to the fullest length
And is just a fraction of the strength

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Two:

I'll never sweat an MC say I wanna be him
Cause he makes a hit records and flips a
I learn to lead myself, not be a
I'm not a biter, rhyme swallower
I something funky fresh funky new
Brothers started money see and monkey do
Should I explain hip-hop, I love it
Simple definition but ya still don't know the of it
All I need is a mic, a beat, then I'll step
And flip like I'm off Bacardi and Pepsi
Dancers on stage like Ailey
While I'm deep the roots like Alex Haley
You try me, and be worn and torn
Step forward, get on and start to born
A self explanator rap
Make a sucker MC like you
hands, while you clap the sound's intact
You react like an respons to Similac
Or then again, could have Enfamil
But for your information the is real
wonder what's hip-hop thunder
Tell you the truth it's just One Nation
A Groove, getting down for the of it
Like Fred in the business for the junk of it
I'm premitted to break down a poem
I'm like knotty rippin out teeth from a comb
One by one so who you calling troops on
Ya couldn't bust a grape, with spike boots on
Biters are and try to steal the stage
I read em like books, flip em and turn the
I'm The Genius, you're living in deep
Go home and write and come try me year
With stacks of rhymes or be feelin ill troop
You being in the ice cream and didn't know the scoop

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Verse

Some say The Genius, has a of his own
And his are like Vise-Grips holdin a microphone
smooth, with rhymes that are rough
Because I can't get
So I practice not what I preach but I teach
In which the critics say is speech
But it's proper, only to those who
Why I walk on with a mic in my hand
As brothers look on, me as a psycho
Just because I'll jump on stage and a micro-phone
a so-called said to be MC
Who admires me with jealousy and
My rhymes are delivered style and potential
Words are flowin in a sequential
Order, revealin hidden tape
Stuffed inside pockets and I'll slaughter
But I don't get upset, you bite and steal
I go home and some ill
Stacks of poetry, page page
the scen-ery onstage
I catch flash-backs of the
As I crush the of a wannabe star
Self-explanatory are shifted
In a unbitten cause I'm gifted
and talented, with the lyrical
Bound to fuck up a hip-hop
Damaging who dare to enter
The center, then the inventor
Of an impartial rhymin
a relevant apparatus
The way I come off on the mic is
I can make a hyperactive
With of friction causing mics to spark
My style be bitten by a shark
MC's understand the way I be bombin em
up and ask me what's the phenomenon
First of all when I'm battlin
I'm like a doctor shootin deadly
Into MC's that of a syringe
And dare you to for revenge

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