Luyện nghe bài hát Collaboration of Mics

And ya stop! (3X)
"This ain't a blast from the past, it's a from the future" - E. Sermon
And ya stop!
"This ain't a blast from the past, it's a boomer the future" - E. Sermon
And ya stop!

[El Da
Yo, pitchin the itchin for niggaz to mention
These rhymes don't catch attention composition
But I kick that, pro rap, boogie for the rookies
Who can't adapt fully, basically shit be bull, see

[Lord
Ya see this track be pullin me gravitation
Collaboration with the Artifacts, bustin on this Finesse creation
Causin attacks and palpatations
like steel, we calibratin mics to keep it real

[Tame
I blessed by Finesse and Lord Jamar, sess my interest
is invested in, men like lab specimens
My regiment of elemental babble
MC's rattled, I'm breakin my words up like Scrabble

[Lord
Not the type to try to diss, lyrically, clearly, the cleverest
front, we blow your spot like the terrorist
We do our thing and strong like Mt. Everest
The 'Facts, Lord Jamar, Finesse bringin kids

"This ain't a from the past, it's a boomer from the future" - E. Sermon
"Ya best to get groove on, or get moved on" - Fat Joe
And ya stop!
(repeat all 4X)

[Tame
The new is to keep a straight face like Mona Lisa
when we you with the speech
We break down and decipher the rap codes in any zip
Now watch us flip the mode like our went gold
Bar playin get scarred and left salty
by the terror more L's than Laverne loose in Milwaukee
son like McCully, caulkin stalkin and walkin
I express best when smokin sess with a good

[Lord
I'm rappers into pieces, the Black Jesus
Attack your system like diseases lyrics for the ninety-six
Find me in the mix, the trees is
L's in threes, tryin to make G's kid
Studyin degrees, livin with my universal family
Rollin in the MPV, makin on the MPC
and add, triple cipher
Niggaz be crippled without some and a lighter

"This ain't a blast from the past, it's a from the future" - E. Sermon
"Ya best to get your on, or get moved on" - Fat Joe
And ya stop!
(repeat 2X)

[Lord
Uhh, it
It's the grand hitter, stands bigger in your transistor
historical like your late great ancestor
Ain't no hurtin me, certainly,
This verse'll be, the shit out since Mercury
Check it, I deserve respect child because I project
More mysterious the X Files
I can build and on it
Some got 'Five on It', it, I got a hundred grand on it

[El Da
Really y'all niggaz feel me when we on the spot
Lyrics on cock, stroke and pop, open that's hopin
that the ceases MC with masterpieces
Out to burn so learn, and check this fat
X's and O's diagrams shit to
Cram expertise the bro, from the East so
As we start to shine, get the dick
Lyrical spit for crews who can't fuck it

"This ain't a blast from the past, a boomer from the future" - E. Sermon
"Ya best to get your on, or get moved on" - Fat Joe
And ya stop!
(repeat 4X)

*scratching of to fade*