Luyện nghe bài hát Words From a Genius

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The Genius in the to be

Verse

I make the mic pump my mic makes the party
And poison beats make stump
feet kinda wild, to give off sparks
But I'll still light it up when the place is dark
Now you witnessed me this get this correct, rap wreck
I'm speaking it's the God projecting
facts into of those unaware
Now afacing the truth in the square
like biting, then yo you should chew this
Your man to beef, then we can do this
Then when time for you to face the God
I'll be you the whole nine yards
With lyrics breaks the laws of gravity
So sweet to biters it gives them
And be healer from the strongest toothpaste
So keep to see how the truth taste
You guidance and self-assistance
Cause you lack the training to go the
But I'll rhyme, to the fullest
And is just a fraction of the strength

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from a Genius

Verse

never sweat an MC then say I wanna be him
Cause he makes a hit and flips a coliseum
I to lead myself, not be a follower
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, I love it
Simple definition but ya still don't know the of it
All I need is a mic, a beat, then step free
And flip like I'm off Bacardi and Pepsi
Dancers on stage Alvin Ailey
While I'm deep into the roots like Haley
You wanna try me, and be and torn
forward, I'll get on and start to born
A pumpin self rap
Make a sucker MC like you
your hands, while you clap the sound's
You react like an infant to Similac
Or then again, have been Enfamil
But for your information the is real
MC's what's hip-hop thunder
Tell you the truth it's just One Nation
A Groove, down for the funk 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 calling your on
Ya couldn't even a grape, with spike boots on
Biters are crooks and try to the stage
I em like books, flip em and turn the page
I'm The Genius, you're living in deep
Go home and write and come try me next
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 hands are Vise-Grips holdin a microphone
smooth, with rhymes that are rough
Because I get enough
So I practice not what I preach but I teach
In which the say is improper speech
But it's proper, only to those who
Why I on stage with a mic in my hand
As brothers 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 and potential
Words are smoothly in a sequential
Order, revealin hidden tape
Stuffed inside pockets and those slaughter
But I get upset, when you bite and steal
I go home and some ill
Stacks of poetry, page page
Imagining the onstage
I catch of the seminar
As I crush the dreams of a star
Self-explanatory are shifted
In a style cause I'm gifted
and talented, with the lyrical
Bound to fuck up a facility
MC's who dare to enter
The center, then the inventor
Of an impartial status
Followed a relevant
The way I off on the mic is attractive
I can make a hyperactive
lyrics of friction causing mics to spark
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 I'm battlin
I'm like a shootin deadly insulin
MC's like that of a syringe
And dare you to for revenge

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