Luyện nghe bài hát When Disaster Strikes

God

Yeah, for all you motherfuckers across the whole entire
Busta Rhymes and the entire Flipmode Squad
at y'all motherfuckers in 1997
Hah, When Disaster Strikes, When Strikes
Take a look and sit on the and bear witness

On and on, return the future like a centurion
All my affiliates, stack another mill-ion
While you learn on how the words go to my motherfucking
Watch me puts it on, it keeps you open all day
The way we shit up you thinkin' somethin' must be wrong
Set the high standards for corny to get the gong
Bleach your ass blonde and black your color to bronze
On Happy Days I be the coolest like The Fonz

So spectacular how I touch souls from here to
My niggaz bangin' my joints up in they Acura
Pssh, OOH! Makin' you feel the from bumper to bumper
an imported 500 in foreign license plate numbers, ha ha
Laugh at ya, oh, me and my
Flip-ass niggaz over quick frying pan spatulas
Why do you be your time, bein' mad at us?
Every voice sing and help the music sound miraculous

Yes yes y'all, Flipmode Squad
We supreme in 1997
Disaster Strikes, you will all feel
When Disaster Strikes, you all see
Disaster Strikes, you will all bear witness
To the most exalted

Yo, I flows so ridiculous
flow taste good like a handful of cherry licorice
Practice your rhyme or be the practitionist
Well you can try bein' a doctor or a local obstetricianist
See, you can be
Quit tryin' to work so hard to-wards nothin'
This rhyme shit was never designed for every muffin'
Yo, I'm

Why y'all niggaz think y'all could really see my Squad?
And if we hit you that's when you feel the power of the God
Do it right and big up my and A Alikes
On alike, repel, especially feel Disaster Strikes
delicate like the blowin' out of candlelights
The quiet killings of projects niggaz whenever they fight

That type of that shine and blind a nigga eyesight, aiiight?
We keepin' it tight, y'all niggaz want it, right?
You will never ever get no wins inside mi
We all impostors like we kill the cucurachas
Bounce to award ceremonies, like we Oscars
Rhymin' rastas, eatin' enough pasta, hah, yo

We keep it movin' for all of
y'all niggaz out while I'm makin' y'all niggaz fall
Disaster will hitcha quick any time you wanna
Perm, press, a nigga back, peel of the wall
So tell me, why do you be your time, bein' mad at us?
Every should sing and help the music sound miraculous!

Hah, oh yes y'all!
This situation, has now been brought before your eyes
And as we carry on Flipmode Squad to conquer the world
When Strikes, you will all fear
When Disaster Strikes, you all bear witness
To The High Exalted, hah!