Luyện nghe bài hát Words From a Genius

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The in the place to be

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I make the mic my mic makes the party jump
And poison beats 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 me this get this correct, rap wreck
I'm speaking it's the God projecting
facts brains of those unaware
Now you're afacing the truth in the
Bitties like biting, then yo you should chew
Your man wants to beef, we can do this
Then when it's for you to face the God
be giving you the whole nine yards
With lyrics that breaks the of gravity
So sweet to biters it them cavities
And be healer from the strongest toothpaste
So keep biting to see how the taste
You guidance and self-assistance
you lack the training to go the distance
But I'll rhyme, to the length
And this is 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 records and flips a
I to lead myself, not be a follower
I'm not a biter, rhyme swallower
I created funky fresh funky new
Brothers playing money see and monkey do
Should I explain hip-hop, okay I it
Simple definition but ya don't know the half of it
All I need is a mic, a beat, then I'll free
And like I'm bugging off Bacardi and Pepsi
on stage like Alvin Ailey
While I'm deep the roots like Alex Haley
You try me, and be worn and torn
forward, I'll get on and start to born
A self explanator rap
Make a sucker MC you clap
your hands, while you the sound's intact
You react like an infant to Similac
Or then again, could have Enfamil
But for information the rhyme is real
MC's wonder hip-hop thunder
Tell you the truth it's just One 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 down a
I'm like knotty hair rippin out from a comb
One by one so who you your troops on
Ya couldn't even bust a grape, 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 come try me year
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

Some say The Genius, has a 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 the critics say is improper speech
But it's proper, only to those who
Why I walk on stage a mic in my hand
As brothers look on, label me as a
Just I'll jump on stage and grab a micro-phone
a so-called said to be MC
Who admires me with and envy
My rhymes are with style and potential
are flowin smoothly in a sequential
Order, revealin hidden tape
Stuffed inside pockets and those slaughter
But I don't get upset, when you and steal
I go home and some ill
of poetry, page after page
Imagining the onstage
I catch flash-backs of the
As I crush the dreams of a star
Self-explanatory words are
In a style cause I'm gifted
and talented, the lyrical ability
to fuck up a hip-hop facility
Damaging who dare to enter
The center, challenge the inventor
Of an impartial rhymin
a relevant apparatus
The way I off on the mic is attractive
I can make a hyperactive
With lyrics of friction causing to spark
My couldn't be bitten by a shark
MC's understand the way I be bombin em
Roll up and ask me what's the
First of all when I'm battlin
I'm like a doctor deadly insulin
Into like that of a syringe
And you to seek for revenge

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