Luyện nghe bài hát God Lives Through

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

1: Busta Rhymes]
Yo, i come with the excitement
Like a baby they speak they first words
So when i speak can even burst nerves
rhymes flying like the first bird
Penthouse view I help ya see the curve
I the street and you can search for burns
I think sick before i speak my hurt the words
Here i come, i to get you what you each deserve
Feed the street the shit make em want to eat the curb
if you lookin for me, here i am, run
Because you can't erase me, it how it come
You might as well embrace me, i'm never done
Maybach Zeppelin, call em metallic
And while im having fun, we keep it bouncing
another bag of the money, keep counting
When a cup runeth over a broken water fountain
Here i am i appeared at the top of the mountain
Or here i am back vacation, see ya boy is home
Parading for the kid, they cus the cornerstone
Invading strips so incredibly like im local
Connect the hoods like a global phone
It's so magical how i my own or with my brother cmon
Or when i hold the chrome, merciless with my
I'm so alone, i'm in a into planetary i'm in a zone
Insighting int spots see how i get em
Got em wild see how i be smilin i'm with em
i remind em, see i'm right behind em when i hit em
Cus i finally kill em got them bottles in ice buckets
You know we chill em, touching us over the streets
See thats how got up in em, im back to my city
To properly put em on and make an
Impression, my people along now

[Verse 2: Phife
There's a million MCs claim they want some
But see I sounds that make your ears go numb
Peace to Sayres Ave., yeah you how we go
My friend Steven at the Home Depot
Laurelton is in the house, I forget Southside
Walk past MCs like girl did to Pharcyde
I'm as the cat's meow, the MC with the know-how
Act like you know, not now but now
Beast of the East, on MCs I have a
I'd eat that ass like quiche, crack a like Shanice
Straight Jamaica, seen? Jamaica, Queens
But you could find me out in Georgia, or anywhere in
Now if my partners don't look good, Malik won't look
If Malik look good, then Quest won't look good
If the don't look good, then Queens won't look good
But since the sounds are universal, New York look good
Picture losing a battle, come on, get off it
Put down the son, surrender, forfeit
Did I hear something a crew? What they wanna do?
You better Mr. Babyface so he can bring out the cool in you
Or it'll be a sad love song being by Toni Braxton
And I'll dissect you a fraction
Oh, you wannabe top cat MCs, pop you like a zit
You be the champ, you more like Chief Some-shit
Big up myself time when it comes to this
MCs be running scared as if watching the Exorcist
I kick more game than a from Hempstead
My styles are milk, man, you'd think I was breast-fed
You know the steelo when the diggy is on the scene
I this to all the MCs outta Queens
That for Onyx, LL, Run DMC
Akinyele, Nasty Nas and the P
You need a chart, up and down man, there ain't no other
respect to all my peeps that made the album cover
Yo, Tip don't worry you know I get the party jumping
Get on the mic and break 'em off a little something
Yo, Tip don't worry none you I gets the party jumping
Get on the mic my man and break 'em off a little

[Verse 3:
We got the funk doody don shit, clearly it's the shit
So recognize me, kids me
Everyday, I be scrounging, really I be
I play the down low, very incognito
Aries is my sign, I know that I can
Sometimes I rhyme in riddles, plus I make the honeys
Intellect is the major, heads like to wager
The skills on the hill, overlooking dollar
Man, crazy, thinking you can phase me
The Ab doesn't study mere nonsense,
Life seems to me, MCs seem too cheesy
With their doody ass renditions of defeating
I to the roll man, yes, I'm a soul man
Bet your bottom dollar Vinia make you holler
As you stand at attention, did I to mention
MCs will give me twenty if I sense that act funny
Lyrics are abundant, right there, I sound
mentioning the fact that the area is fat
I dwell in the under, so honey no wonder
I get plenty of tail, well I even get white
I'mma bet hitting crack, there money, take that
niggas off, cut their bank, then I'm off
While my Nikes match my Lo hat, beat is mad fat
Got the cutter of the box if a kid he's ox
For tier creator, the poetry relator
It's hemmed like Betsy Ross, let me you who's the boss

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