Luyện nghe bài hát Renaissance Rap (Remix)

[Q-Tip -

I don't care who or who last
I just know y'all rock dis at da drop of a dime, baby!
(Renaissance...)
I care what chy'all say or what chy'all do
But you got to be befo' the music is through...

[Q-Tip - Verse
I don't they heard me, hold up..
..So we go, now
It be the Midnight on the scene
Geographically in a place called Queens
I was with my principles, way I displayed
When I used to cool out where all the other played
'Cause I was way too ill, I would my skill
Go out in the park and let my spill
Right there, on Farmers Boulevard, I made my
Two dudes, would dip from us, me, and NARCS
And then my, legend would grow on the line
where rappers gather to see my blowin nicks and dimes
It was me, Big Pete, Tanya, and Sir ?
When in the of the cipher, I was not liable
For all the of the dutty MCs'
I split the train car Moses did the Red Sea
Get it in ya head, we gon' rock the
Night of the living MCs', the ones fled
Bust..

[Busta Rhymes - 2wo]
Yo, yo, God body, wise
Smack and wrestle with elephants
My beloved respect my
Comin missles, the issue is this
be the shit you can't rebel
Then I sniff out you that be hidin in bushes - whassup?
And strangle niggaz like octopuses - shut the fuck up!
Back with hazardous and blizzards
as I spit, stickin out my tongue an iguanlizard
at you corny niggaz, Animal Planet rap,
Stabbin you in yo' back wild (Ahhhh!)
I hunt and eat you niggaz like food, leavin you bleedin
BEATS - rattle the speakers, like buffalo stampedin
If you understand what I'm sayin
I'm like goons acci-DENTALLY beatin you like gorillas playin (Ha ha!)
Bitches know I spit, I be seducin 'em
Countless money with that's buried in Jerusalem
The {*echoes*}

interlude]
{*imitating Marl}
WHOOO, Busta Rhymes right there
I don'- look sendin Raekwon in here
Where at??

[Raekwon - 3hree]
Aiyyo, aiyyo, squeezin Johnny Walker neck up in the Benzo
The head-long block pumpin is easy
Poison medals on my neck wrists and
Louie luggages is bronze, a big bag of D, Happy
Together we the Chi-Lites to twists of the
One line from this'll have you leanin like spray
up on holstery, my boys in, this is our choice
Brooklyn, Shaolin in the Royces
Old Gold at the Globes, my robe hitin the cement
Chef in the buildin, yep and he
a thousand one at the Rumba
Certified clients, drug and sum'thin up giants
Yo, it's the Tarzan cocaine clan in the
Gorillas in Louie hats, the more, the
Take mines, take a nines
We be runnin out of rhymes, bullets
Try to and you mines
Renaissance...

(WHOOOOOOOOOO-WHEEE!!!)

[Lil Wayne - 4our]
throat* A-go off...
Let me spaz, let me (c'mon)
Though they call me F., you gon let me pass
So ahead of my time with my week ass
on the dinner table like let's eat cash
And I do it for the killers and the dolla billas
And from now on, I don't think you should stunt without a -
dollars in the bank, I got money in the
Now yo' hands in the air if yo' pussy don't stank
You got a bullet and a shank, I got a and a tank
I got fur, in my boots, and the on the minks
Stop sweatin me, you should me, I'm directing it
Other break it down, I be dissecting it
EVER since I made it up out of America
Err'body be in my genital area
better stay away from my chemical barrier
Weezy, baby, out the cesarean, NUGGUH!!
(What's it man?) Oh yeah...(Hah?)
"Renaissance Rap"

- Outro]
MAN, I ain't gon give my microphone no more!
'Cause tear it up when you get it
see who you have
Now, you have Q-Tip, you have Rhymes
You have Raekwon the Chef, you had Lil Wayne on
Man, I ain't givin my microphone no mo'
'cause tear it up when you get it
I said, get a lil' somethin before the beats GO...