Luyện nghe bài hát God Lives Through

[Intro: Busta
I always to rhyme on this shit
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 they speak they first words
So compelling when i can even burst nerves
Skyscraper rhymes flying like the bird
Penthouse view I ya see the earth curve
I scorch the street and you can for burns
I think sick before i my thoughts hurt the words
Here i come, i come to get you what you each
Feed the street the shit that make em to eat the curb
Well if you for me, here i am, run
Because you can't erase me, accept it how it
You might as well me, somehow i'm never done
Maybach Zeppelin, call em metallic
And while im fun, we gotta keep it bouncing
Unraveling another bag of the money, counting
When a cup runeth over like a broken water
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, respect cus the cornerstone
Invading strips so incredibly like im homes
Connect the hoods international like a global
It's so magical how i hold my own or 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 smilin when i'm em
Then i remind em, see i'm behind em when i hit em
Cus when i finally em got them bottles in ice buckets
You know we gotta chill em, touching us over the
See thats how got up in em, then im to my city
To properly put em on and make an
Impression, my people along now

[Verse 2: Dawg]
There's a million MCs that claim they some
But see I create sounds that make your 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 cat's meow, the MC the know-how
Act like you know, not now but now
Beast of the East, on MCs I have a
I'd eat that ass like quiche, a smile like Shanice
outta Jamaica, seen? Jamaica, Queens
But you could find me out in Georgia, or anywhere in
Now if my partners don't look good, Malik won't look
If Malik don't good, then Quest won't look good
If the Quest don't look good, then Queens won't look
But since the sounds are universal, New won't look good
Phife losing a battle, come on, get off it
Put down the microphone son, surrender,
Did I hear something 'bout a crew? What wanna do?
You better call Mr. Babyface so he can bring out the in you
Or it'll be a sad song 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 wanna be the champ, you more like Chief
Big up myself every time when it comes to
MCs be running scared as if watching the Exorcist
I kick more game than a crackhead Hempstead
My styles are milk, man, you'd think that I was
You know the when the diggy Dawg is on the scene
I this to all the MCs outta Queens
goes for Onyx, LL, Run DMC
Akinyele, Nasty Nas and the P
You need a chart, straight up and man, there ain't no other
Nuff to all my peeps that made the album cover
Yo, Tip don't worry none you know I get the party
Get on the mic and 'em off a little little something
Yo, Tip don't worry you know I gets the party jumping
Get on the mic my man and break 'em off a something

[Verse 3:
We got the doody don shit, clearly it's the bomb shit
So me, kids memorize me
Everyday, I be scrounging, I be lounging
I play the low, very very incognito
Aries is my sign, I know that I can
Sometimes I in riddles, plus 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 doesn't study nonsense, money
Life seems to need me, MCs seem too
their doody ass renditions of defeating competition
I rock to the roll man, yes, I'm a man
Bet your bottom dollar will make you holler
As you stand at attention, did I to mention
MCs give me twenty if I sense that they act funny
Lyrics are abundant, there, I sound redundant
Just mentioning the that the area is fat
I dwell in the under, so honey it's no
That I get plenty of tail, I even get white
bet hitting head crack, there money, take that
Breaking niggas off, cut their bank, I'm off
While my match my Lo hat, beat joint is mad fat
Got the cutter of the box if a kid he's ox
For tier means creator, the poetry
It's hemmed like Ross, let me tell you who's the boss

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