Luyện nghe bài hát Words From a Genius

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I make the mic pump my mic makes the party
And beats make hip-hoppers stump
their kinda 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 speaking the God projecting
facts brains of those unaware
Now you're afacing the truth in the
Bitties like biting, yo you should chew this
Your man wants to beef, we can do this
Then when it's time for you to the God
I'll be giving you the nine yards
With lyrics that breaks the of gravity
So sweet to biters it gives cavities
And can't be healer the strongest toothpaste
So keep biting to see how the taste
You need guidance and
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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Words a Genius

Verse

I'll never sweat an MC then say I be him
Cause he makes a hit records and a coliseum
I learn to myself, not be a follower
I'm not a biter, rhyme swallower
I created something funky funky new
started playing money 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 is a mic, a beat, then I'll step free
And flip like I'm bugging off and Pepsi
on stage like Alvin Ailey
While I'm deep into the roots like Alex
You try me, and be worn and torn
Step forward, get on and start to born
A pumpin explanator rap
a sucker MC like you clap
your hands, while you clap the sound's
You react like an infant respons to
Or then again, could been Enfamil
But for information the rhyme is real
MC's wonder hip-hop thunder
Tell you the truth it's just One Nation
A Groove, down for the funk of it
Fred Sanford in the business for the junk of it
When I'm to break down a poem
I'm like knotty hair out teeth from a comb
One by one so who you calling troops on
Ya couldn't even bust a grape, with boots on
Biters are and try to steal the stage
I read em books, flip em and turn the page
I'm The Genius, you're living in deep
Go home and and come try me next year
With stacks of rhymes or you'll be feelin ill
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 but what I teach
In which the critics say is speech
But it's proper, only to who understand
Why I on stage with a mic in my hand
As brothers look on, label me as a
Just because I'll jump on stage and grab a
From a said to be MC
Who admires me with jealousy and
My rhymes are delivered with and potential
Words are flowin smoothly in a
Order, revealin hidden tape
Stuffed inside pockets and those slaughter
But I don't get upset, when you bite and
I go and write some ill
Stacks of poetry, page after
Imagining the scen-ery
I catch flash-backs of the
As I the dreams of a wannabe star
Self-explanatory are shifted
In a style cause I'm gifted
and talented, the lyrical ability
to fuck up a hip-hop facility
Damaging who dare to enter
The center, then challenge the
Of an rhymin status
Followed a relevant
The way I come off on the mic is
I can make a quadriplegic
With lyrics of friction causing mics to
My style couldn't be by a shark
MC's understand the way I be bombin em
Roll up and ask me the phenomenon
First of all homeboy when I'm
I'm a doctor shootin deadly insulin
Into MC's like of a syringe
And dare you to seek for

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