Luyện nghe bài hát Words From a Genius

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The in the place to be

Verse

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

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from a Genius

Verse

I'll sweat an MC then say I wanna be him
Cause he makes a hit and flips a coliseum
I learn to lead myself, not be a
I'm not a biter, rhyme swallower
I something funky fresh funky new
Brothers started playing money see and do
Should I explain hip-hop, I love it
Simple definition but ya don't know the half of it
All I need is a mic, a beat, then step free
And flip like I'm bugging off and Pepsi
Dancers on like Alvin Ailey
While I'm deep into the roots like Alex
You wanna try me, and be and torn
forward, I'll get on and start to born
A pumpin explanator rap
Make a sucker MC you clap
your hands, you clap the sound's intact
You like an infant respons to Similac
Or then again, have been Enfamil
But for information the rhyme is real
MC's wonder what's thunder
Tell you the it's just One Nation Under
A Groove, getting down for the of it
Like Sanford in the business for the junk of it
When I'm to break down a poem
I'm like knotty hair rippin out from a comb
One by one so who you calling troops on
Ya couldn't bust a grape, with spike boots on
Biters are crooks and try to steal the
I read em like books, em and turn the page
I'm The Genius, living in deep fear
Go home and and come try me next year
With stacks of rhymes or you'll be ill troop
You being stuck in the ice and didn't know the scoop

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Verse

say The Genius, has a style of his own
And his hands are like Vise-Grips holdin a
Flowin smooth, with rhymes that are
I can't get enough
So I practice not what I preach but what I
In which the critics say is speech
But it's proper, only to those who
Why I walk on stage a mic in my hand
As brothers on, label me as a psycho
because I'll jump on stage and grab a micro-phone
From a so-called to be MC
Who admires me with and envy
My rhymes are delivered with style and
Words are flowin in a sequential
Order, revealin hidden records
inside pockets and those I'll slaughter
But I don't get upset, when you and steal
I go home and some ill
of poetry, page after page
Imagining the scen-ery
I catch flash-backs of the
As I the dreams of a wannabe star
Self-explanatory words are
In a style cause I'm gifted
and talented, with the lyrical
to fuck up a hip-hop facility
Damaging MC's who dare to
The center, challenge the inventor
Of an rhymin status
Followed a relevant
The way I off on the mic is attractive
I can a quadriplegic hyperactive
With of friction causing mics to spark
My style be bitten by a shark
MC's don't understand the way I be em
Roll up and ask me what's the
First of all homeboy when I'm
I'm like a shootin deadly insulin
Into MC's like that of a
And dare you to for revenge

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