Luyện nghe bài hát To Ya Chest

Sahara

For all those
Yeah,

is bond, my songs ain't wack
And any nigga who thinks that, they must can't rap and can't get
I got with receipts, peeps who make mad beats
So, if you get souped, I add

Commander in Chief of the belief, leafs burn slower
The end knot E and J with soda keeps me geeked up
So, if you got then speak up
So, I can twist up and leave you with that shit in tea

We bust the raps that
While you battle your own boys, to check to see who's fatter
I put it together like McGyver, bombin' your rhyme
Helpin' to represent funk like

I'm one of them prime time rhymers rotation but I'm patient
'Cause Tame One don't owe no Nathan
I'd rather hide my tape like I'm Nixon
nine-six in effect, the deck's missin'

Crews get out quick, who's the best?
Tame and MC El bringin' to ya chest, one two
get taken out quick, who's the best?
Tame and MC El lyrics to ya chest, one two

My forms, patterns, some might think it's
I'm but with lyrics, it's apparent
That I be the greater stater with the data
Saturn Sega, player, nigga hater

Instant flow, like minute grits flips
To rock for the Jack's haps, be on some other
Uncover skits like a private dick
From all different directions, chop you sections

a jigsaw, shit be raw, rock for all y'all tall
Raps, and brawls, touch all jaws the gall
Foot in the mix like Hammer forms, check the track
Flip the song, From the Bong', wrong

Side bumpin' in ride, graffitism
Tokin'ism gaggin' off the jism
New Jersey native, with the sorts
B-boy wishin' for battles the injury report

But there are no flaws in this rap lord's
Open wide niggaz, we bring it to ya

Crews get taken out quick, who's the
Tame and MC El bringin' to ya chest, one two
Crews get out quick, who's the best?
Tame and MC El lyrics to ya chest, one two