Luyện nghe bài hát God Lives Through

[Intro: Rhymes]
I always wanted to rhyme on this
Yea... La La La La
La La... I always wanted to sing shit

1: Busta Rhymes]
Yo, when i with the excitement
a baby when they speak they first words
So compelling when i speak can burst nerves
rhymes flying like the first bird
Penthouse view I ya see the earth curve
I scorch the street and you can for burns
I think sick before i speak my thoughts hurt the
Here i come, i come to get you you each deserve
Feed the street the shit make em want to eat the curb
Well if you lookin for me, i am, run
Because you can't erase me, it how it come
You might as well embrace me, somehow i'm done
Zeppelin, call em metallic plum
And while im having fun, we gotta it bouncing
Unraveling another bag of the money, keep
When a cup runeth like a broken water fountain
Here i am like i at the top of the mountain
Or i am back from vacation, see ya boy is home
Parading for the kid, they respect cus the
strips so incredibly like im local homes
Connect the hoods international like a global
It's so magical how i my own or with my brother cmon
Or when i hold the chrome, with my advesaries
I'm so alone, i'm in a place into planetary i'm in a
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 right em when i hit em
Cus when i finally kill em got them in ice buckets
You know we gotta chill em, us over the streets
See thats how got up in em, then im back to my
To put em on and make an everlasting
Impression, my sing along now

[Verse 2: Phife
There's a million MCs claim they want some
But see I create that 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 past MCs 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
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 in between
Now if my partners don't look good, won't look good
If Malik don't look good, then Quest look good
If the Quest don't look good, then Queens won't look
But since the are universal, New York 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 they do?
You better Mr. Babyface so he can bring out the cool in you
Or it'll be a sad love song being sung by Braxton
And dissect you like a fraction
Oh, you top cat MCs, I'll pop you like a zit
You wanna be the champ, you more Chief Some-shit
Big up myself every time when it to this
MCs be running scared as if they're watching the
I kick game than a crackhead from Hempstead
My styles are milk, man, think that I was breast-fed
You the steelo when the diggy Dawg is on the scene
I dedicate this to all the MCs outta
goes for Onyx, LL, Run DMC
Akinyele, Nasty Nas and the P
You need a chart, up and down man, there ain't no other
Nuff respect to all my peeps that made the cover
Yo, Tip don't worry none you know I get the jumping
Get on the mic and break 'em off a little something
Yo, Tip don't worry none you know I gets the party
Get on the mic my man and break 'em off a little

[Verse 3:
We got the funk don shit, clearly it's the bomb shit
So me, kids memorize me
Everyday, I be scrounging, really I be
I play the down low, very incognito
Aries is my sign, I know I can rhyme
I rhyme in riddles, plus I make the honeys wiggle
Intellect is the major, heads like to wager
The on the hill, overlooking dollar bills
Man, crazy, thinking you can phase me
The Ab doesn't mere nonsense, money
Life to need me, MCs seem too cheesy
With their doody ass renditions of defeating
I rock to the man, yes, I'm a soul man
Bet your dollar Vinia will make you holler
As you at attention, did I forget to mention
MCs will me twenty if I sense that they act funny
Lyrics are abundant, right there, I sound
Just mentioning the fact that the is fat
I dwell in the under, so it's no wonder
That I get plenty of tail, well I get white
I'mma bet head crack, there money, take that
Breaking off, cut their 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 like Betsy Ross, let me tell you who's the boss

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