Luyện nghe bài hát Words From a Genius

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I make the mic pump my mic the party jump
And beats make hip-hoppers stump
their feet kinda wild, to off sparks
But I'll still light it up when the is pitch dark
Now that you me this get this correct, rap wreck
when I'm speaking the God projecting
facts into brains of unaware
Now afacing the truth in the square
Bitties like biting, then yo you should this
man wants to beef, then we can do this
Then when it's for you to face the God
I'll be giving you the whole nine
With lyrics that the laws of gravity
So sweet to it gives them cavities
And be healer from the strongest toothpaste
So keep to see how the truth taste
You need and self-assistance
Cause you lack the training to go the
But I'll rhyme, to the fullest
And this is just a of the strength

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Words a Genius

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I'll never an MC then say I wanna be him
he makes a hit records and flips a coliseum
I learn to myself, not be a follower
I'm not a biter, stupid rhyme
I created funky fresh funky new
Brothers started money see and monkey do
I explain hip-hop, okay I love it
Simple definition but ya still don't know the of it
All I need is a mic, a beat, then I'll step
And like I'm bugging off Bacardi and Pepsi
Dancers on stage Alvin Ailey
I'm deep into the roots like Alex Haley
You try me, and be worn and torn
forward, I'll get on and start to born
A pumpin self rap
a sucker MC like you clap
your hands, you clap the sound's intact
You react like an infant respons to
Or then again, could have been
But for your information the is real
MC's wonder hip-hop thunder
Tell you the it's just One Nation Under
A Groove, getting for the funk of it
Fred Sanford in the business for the junk of it
When I'm premitted to down a poem
I'm like knotty hair rippin out teeth a comb
One by one so who you calling troops on
Ya couldn't even a grape, with spike boots on
Biters are crooks and try to steal the
I read em like books, flip em and turn the
I'm The Genius, living in deep fear
Go home and and come try me next year
With stacks of rhymes or be feelin ill troop
You being stuck in the ice cream and 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, rhymes that are rough
Because I can't get
So I practice not I preach but what I teach
In which the critics say is speech
But it's proper, only to who understand
Why I walk on with a mic in my hand
As brothers look on, me as a psycho
Just because I'll jump on stage and grab a
a so-called said to be MC
Who admires me jealousy and envy
My are delivered with style 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, you bite and steal
I go and write some ill
Stacks of poetry, page after
the scen-ery onstage
I catch of the seminar
As I crush the dreams of a wannabe
Self-explanatory are shifted
In a unbitten style I'm gifted
and talented, the lyrical ability
to fuck up a hip-hop facility
Damaging MC's who dare to
The center, then challenge the
Of an impartial rhymin
Followed a apparatus
The way I come off on the mic is
I can a quadriplegic hyperactive
With lyrics of causing mics to spark
My style couldn't be 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 doctor shootin deadly
Into MC's like that of a
And dare you to seek for

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