Luyện nghe bài hát Words From a Genius

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The Genius in the to be

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

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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 funky new
Brothers started playing money see and do
I explain hip-hop, okay I love it
Simple but ya still don't know the half of it
All I need is a mic, a beat, then I'll step
And flip like I'm bugging off and Pepsi
Dancers on stage like Ailey
While I'm deep the roots like Alex Haley
You wanna try me, and be worn and
forward, I'll get on and start to born
A pumpin explanator rap
Make a sucker MC you clap
your hands, while you the sound's intact
You like an infant respons to Similac
Or then again, have been Enfamil
But for your the rhyme is real
wonder what's hip-hop thunder
Tell you the truth it's One Nation Under
A Groove, getting for the funk of it
Like Sanford in the business for the junk of it
When I'm premitted to break down a
I'm like hair 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 crooks and try to steal the
I em like books, flip em and turn the page
I'm The Genius, you're living in deep
Go home and write and try me next year
With of rhymes or you'll be feelin ill troop
You being stuck in the ice cream and didn't know the

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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, rhymes that are rough
I can't get enough
So I not what I preach but what I teach
In which the say is improper speech
But it's proper, only to who understand
Why I walk on with a mic in my hand
As look on, label me as a psycho
Just I'll jump on stage 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
Words are flowin smoothly in a
Order, revealin hidden records
Stuffed inside and those I'll slaughter
But I get upset, when you bite and steal
I go home and some ill
Stacks of poetry, after page
Imagining the scen-ery
I catch flash-backs of the
As I crush the dreams of a star
words are shifted
In a unbitten style cause I'm
and talented, with the lyrical
Bound to up a hip-hop facility
Damaging MC's who 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 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 you to seek for revenge

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