Luyện nghe bài hát God Lives Through

[Intro: Busta
I always wanted to rhyme on this
Yea... La La La La
La La... I always wanted to sing that

[Verse 1: Rhymes]
Yo, i come with the excitement
Like a baby when they they first words
So compelling when i speak can even burst
Skyscraper rhymes flying like the first
Penthouse view I help ya see the earth
I scorch the street and you can search for
I think sick before i speak my thoughts hurt the
Here i come, i to get you what you each deserve
Feed the street the shit that make em to eat the curb
Well if you lookin for me, i am, run
you can't erase me, accept it how it come
You as well embrace me, somehow i'm never done
Maybach Zeppelin, call em metallic
And while im having fun, we keep it bouncing
another bag of the money, keep counting
When a cup runeth over a broken water fountain
Here i am like i at the top of the mountain
Or here i am from vacation, see ya boy is home
Parading for the kid, they cus the cornerstone
Invading strips so incredibly im local homes
Connect the hoods international a global phone
It's so how i hold my own or with my brother cmon
Or when i hold the chrome, merciless with my
I'm so alone, i'm in a place planetary i'm in a zone
Insighting wires int see how i get em
Got em wild see how i be when i'm with em
Then i em, see i'm right behind em when i hit em
Cus i finally kill em got them bottles in ice buckets
You know we gotta chill em, us over the streets
See thats how got up in em, then im to my city
To properly put em on and an everlasting
Impression, my people along now

[Verse 2: Dawg]
There's a million MCs that claim want some
But see I create sounds make your ears go numb
Peace to Ave., yeah you know how we go
My best friend at the Home Depot
is in the house, I can't forget Southside
Walk MCs like that girl did to Pharcyde
I'm labeled as the meow, the MC with the know-how
Act you know, not now but right now
of the East, on MCs I have a feast
I'd eat ass like quiche, crack a smile like Shanice
Straight outta Jamaica, seen? Jamaica,
But you find me out in Georgia, or anywhere in between
Now if my partners don't look good, Malik look good
If Malik don't good, then Quest won't look good
If the Quest don't look good, then won't look good
But since the sounds are universal, New York look good
Phife losing a battle, come on, get off it
Put down the son, surrender, forfeit
Did I hear something a crew? What they wanna do?
You better call Mr. Babyface so he can bring out the in you
Or it'll be a sad love being sung by Toni Braxton
And I'll you like a fraction
Oh, you top cat MCs, I'll pop you like a zit
You be the champ, you more like Chief Some-shit
Big up myself every time when it to this
MCs be running scared as if they're watching the
I kick more game than a from Hempstead
My styles are milk, man, you'd think that I was
You know the steelo when the diggy Dawg is on the
I this to all the MCs outta Queens
goes for Onyx, LL, Run DMC
Akinyele, Nasty Nas and the P
You a chart, straight up and down man, there ain't no other
Nuff respect to all my peeps made the album cover
Yo, Tip don't worry none you know I get the jumping
Get on the mic and 'em off a little little something
Yo, Tip don't none you know I gets the party jumping
Get on the mic my man and break 'em off a little

[Verse 3:
We got the funk doody don shit, clearly the bomb shit
So recognize me, memorize me
Everyday, I be scrounging, really I be
I play the low, very very incognito
Aries is my sign, I know that I can
Sometimes I rhyme in riddles, I make the honeys wiggle
Intellect is the major, heads like to wager
The on the hill, overlooking dollar bills
Man, you're crazy, thinking you can me
The Ab study mere nonsense, money
seems to need me, MCs seem too cheesy
With their doody ass renditions of competition
I to the roll man, yes, I'm a soul man
Bet bottom dollar Vinia will make you holler
As you at attention, did I forget to mention
MCs will give me twenty if I that they act funny
Lyrics are abundant, right there, I sound
Just mentioning the that the area is fat
I dwell in the under, so honey no wonder
That I get plenty of tail, well I get white
I'mma bet head crack, there money, take that
Breaking niggas off, cut bank, then I'm off
While my Nikes my Lo hat, beat joint is mad fat
Got the of the box if a kid think he's ox
For tier means creator, the poetry
It's hemmed like Betsy Ross, let me tell you the boss

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