Luyện nghe bài hát Words From a Genius

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I make the mic pump my mic the party jump
And poison make hip-hoppers stump
feet kinda wild, to give off sparks
But I'll still light it up when the place is pitch
Now that you witnessed me this get this correct, rap
when I'm it's the God projecting
into brains 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 it's time for you to the God
I'll be giving you the whole nine
With that breaks the laws of gravity
So sweet to biters it them cavities
And be healer from the strongest toothpaste
So keep biting to see how the truth
You need 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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I'll never sweat an MC say I wanna be him
Cause he a hit records and flips a coliseum
I to lead myself, not be a follower
I'm not a biter, stupid rhyme
I created something funky funky new
started playing money see and monkey do
Should I explain hip-hop, okay I it
Simple definition but ya still don't the half of it
All I need is a mic, a beat, I'll step free
And flip like I'm off Bacardi and Pepsi
Dancers on stage like Alvin
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
Make a MC like you clap
your hands, you clap the sound's intact
You like an infant respons to Similac
Or then again, could been Enfamil
But for your the rhyme is real
wonder what's hip-hop thunder
Tell you the truth it's just One Nation
A Groove, down for the funk of it
Like Fred in the business for the junk of it
When I'm premitted to break down a
I'm like knotty hair rippin out teeth a comb
One by one so who you calling troops on
Ya couldn't even bust a grape, with boots on
Biters are crooks and try to steal the
I read em books, flip em and turn the page
I'm The Genius, you're living in deep
Go home and and come try me next year
With stacks of rhymes or you'll be feelin ill
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 a microphone
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, to those who understand
Why I walk on stage with a mic in my
As brothers look on, me as a psycho
Just because jump on stage and grab a micro-phone
From a said to be MC
Who admires me with and envy
My rhymes are delivered with and potential
Words are 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 home and write ill
of poetry, page after page
Imagining the scen-ery
I catch flash-backs of the
As I the dreams of a wannabe star
words are shifted
In a unbitten style I'm gifted
and talented, with the lyrical
Bound to fuck up a hip-hop
Damaging who dare to enter
The center, then challenge the
Of an impartial status
Followed a relevant
The way I off on the mic is attractive
I can make a hyperactive
With lyrics of friction causing mics to
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 doctor shootin deadly
Into MC's like that of a
And dare you to for revenge

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