Luyện nghe bài hát Words From a Genius

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Verse

I make the mic pump my mic makes the jump
And poison make hip-hoppers stump
their feet wild, to give off sparks
But I'll still light it up when the is pitch dark
Now that you witnessed me this get this correct, rap
when I'm it's the God projecting
facts brains of those unaware
Now afacing the truth in the square
Bitties like biting, then yo you should this
Your man wants to beef, we can do this
when it's time for you to face the God
I'll be giving you the whole yards
With lyrics breaks the laws of gravity
So sweet to it gives them cavities
And can't be healer from the toothpaste
So keep biting to see how the truth
You need guidance and
Cause you lack the to go the distance
But rhyme, to the fullest length
And this is just a of the strength

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I'll sweat an MC then say I wanna be him
Cause he a hit records and flips a coliseum
I learn to myself, not be a follower
I'm not a biter, rhyme swallower
I created something funky funky new
Brothers playing money see and monkey do
I explain hip-hop, okay I love it
Simple definition but ya still know 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
Dancers on like Alvin Ailey
While I'm into the roots like Alex Haley
You wanna try me, and be and torn
Step forward, get on and start to born
A self explanator rap
a sucker MC like you clap
your hands, while you clap the intact
You react like an infant to Similac
Or then again, have been Enfamil
But for information the rhyme is real
MC's wonder what's hip-hop
Tell you the truth just One Nation Under
A Groove, getting for the funk of it
Like Fred Sanford in the for the junk of it
When I'm premitted to break 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 a grape, with spike boots on
are crooks and try to steal the stage
I read em like books, flip em and the page
I'm The Genius, you're in deep fear
Go home and write and try me next year
With stacks of rhymes or you'll be 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
Because I can't get
So I practice not what I preach but what I
In the critics say is improper speech
But it's proper, to those who understand
Why I walk on stage with a mic in my
As brothers look on, label me as a
Just because jump on stage and grab a micro-phone
a so-called said to be MC
Who admires me with jealousy and
My rhymes are delivered with and potential
Words are flowin in a sequential
Order, revealin hidden records
Stuffed inside and those I'll slaughter
But I don't get upset, when you and steal
I go and write some ill
Stacks of poetry, page after
Imagining the scen-ery
I catch of the seminar
As I the dreams of a wannabe star
Self-explanatory are shifted
In a style cause I'm gifted
and talented, with the ability
Bound to fuck up a facility
Damaging who dare to enter
The center, then the inventor
Of an impartial status
a relevant apparatus
The way I come off on the mic is
I can make a quadriplegic
lyrics of friction causing mics to spark
My style be bitten by a shark
MC's don't the way I be bombin em
up and ask me what's the phenomenon
First of all homeboy I'm battlin
I'm like a shootin deadly insulin
Into MC's like that of a
And you to seek for revenge

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