Luyện nghe bài hát Words From a Genius

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The Genius in the to be

Verse

I the mic pump my mic makes the party jump
And poison beats hip-hoppers stump
their feet kinda wild, to give off
But I'll still light it up when the is pitch dark
Now you witnessed me this get this correct, rap wreck
when I'm speaking the God projecting
into brains of those unaware
Now you're 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 you the whole nine yards
With lyrics that the laws of gravity
So sweet to biters it gives them
And can't be from the strongest toothpaste
So biting to see how the truth taste
You guidance and self-assistance
you lack the training to go the distance
But rhyme, to the fullest length
And this is just a fraction of the

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Words a Genius

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I'll never sweat an MC then say I be him
Cause he makes a hit and flips a coliseum
I to lead myself, not be a follower
I'm not a biter, rhyme swallower
I something funky fresh funky new
Brothers started playing see and monkey 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 I'll step
And flip I'm bugging off Bacardi and Pepsi
Dancers on stage Alvin Ailey
While I'm deep the roots like Alex Haley
You wanna try me, and be worn and
Step forward, get on and start to born
A pumpin explanator rap
a sucker MC like you clap
your hands, while you clap the intact
You react like an respons to Similac
Or then again, could been Enfamil
But for your information the rhyme is
MC's wonder what's hip-hop
Tell you the truth 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 to break down a poem
I'm like hair rippin out teeth from a comb
One by one so who you calling troops on
Ya couldn't even a grape, with spike boots on
are crooks and try to steal the stage
I read em like books, flip em and turn the
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 ill troop
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 rhymes are rough
I can't get enough
So I practice not what I preach but what I
In the critics say is improper speech
But it's proper, only to those who
Why I walk on stage with a mic in my
As look on, label me as a psycho
Just because jump on stage and grab a micro-phone
From a said to be MC
Who admires me jealousy and envy
My rhymes are delivered with and potential
are flowin smoothly in a sequential
Order, revealin hidden tape
Stuffed inside pockets and those I'll
But I don't get upset, when you bite and
I go and write some ill
of poetry, page after page
Imagining the scen-ery
I flash-backs of the seminar
As I crush the dreams of a wannabe
words are shifted
In a style cause I'm gifted
and talented, with the ability
to fuck up a hip-hop facility
Damaging MC's who to enter
The center, challenge 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 bitten by a
don't understand the way I be bombin em
Roll up and ask me what's the
First of all homeboy I'm battlin
I'm like a shootin deadly insulin
Into like that of a syringe
And dare you to for revenge

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