Luyện nghe bài hát Words From a Genius

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The in the place to be

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I make the mic pump my mic makes the jump
And poison beats make stump
their feet wild, to give off sparks
But I'll still light it up when the place is pitch
Now that you me this get this correct, rap wreck
when I'm it's the God projecting
facts into brains of unaware
Now you're afacing the in the square
like biting, then yo you should chew this
Your man wants to beef, then we can do
Then when time for you to face the God
I'll be giving you the whole yards
lyrics that breaks the laws of gravity
So sweet to biters it gives cavities
And can't be from the strongest toothpaste
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 this is a fraction of the strength

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Words a Genius

Verse

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

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Verse

say The Genius, has a style of his own
And his are like Vise-Grips holdin a microphone
Flowin smooth, with that are rough
I can't get enough
So I practice not I preach but what I teach
In which the say is improper speech
But it's proper, only to those who
Why I walk on stage a mic in my hand
As look on, label me as a psycho
Just because I'll jump on and grab a micro-phone
a so-called said to be MC
Who me with jealousy and envy
My rhymes are delivered with style and
are flowin smoothly in a sequential
Order, revealin hidden records
Stuffed inside pockets and those I'll
But I get upset, when you bite and steal
I go home and write ill
Stacks of poetry, page page
Imagining the onstage
I catch flash-backs of the
As I crush the dreams of a wannabe
Self-explanatory words are
In a unbitten style I'm gifted
and talented, the lyrical ability
Bound to fuck up a hip-hop
MC's who dare to enter
The center, then the inventor
Of an impartial rhymin
Followed a apparatus
The way I off on the mic is attractive
I can make a quadriplegic
lyrics of friction causing mics to spark
My style couldn't be by a shark
MC's don't the way I be bombin em
Roll up and ask me what's the
First of all homeboy when I'm
I'm like a doctor shootin deadly
Into MC's like that of a
And dare you to seek for

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