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 rap and can't get that
I got with receipts, peeps who make mad beats
So, if you get souped, I add

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

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

I'm one of them prime time rhymers without rotation but I'm
'Cause One don't owe no station Nathan
I'd rather hide my tape like I'm Nixon
Watergate nine-six in effect, the deck's

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

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

flow, like five minute grits flips
To rock for the Jack's haps, be on some shit
Uncover skits like a private hits
From all different directions, chop you into

Like a jigsaw, shit be raw, rock for all tall
Raps, and brawls, touch all with the gall
Foot in the mix Hammer grammar forms, check the track
the song, 'Hits From the Bong', wrong

Side in your ride, graffitism
Tokin'ism gaggin' off the jism
New Jersey native, creative with the
wishin' for battles check the injury report

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

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