Luyện nghe bài hát As The World Keeps Turning

As the world keeps turning, keeps burning
sermon, these niggas are determined
As the world keeps turning, chronic burning
Street sermon, these are determined

I flow like in the deck
fools in the face that lack respect
Protect ya arm, pitch the funk
I deodirise the musty, ya rhymes are crusty, you can't G

So leave me I'm in the zone
the streets on my own, nigga get blown
Some niggas say that nigga Where is
But I'm low in the cut and microphone
Are you gone or play bones?

You clone, get off that nigga's style and get'cha own
It's Miscellanea and it's on
For the niggas that slept, they stayed in step
And ya big fuckin' mouth shut

As the world keeps turning, keeps burning
Street sermon, these are determined
As the world keeps turning, chronic burning
Street sermon, niggas are determined

I up with a stomach ache, headache, back ache
Advil, Tylenol, Peptol, slept so long my world is wrong
My world is gone like disco, blowin' up Cisco in my
in back of me was my soul

Thinking of the way to get a bank roll
is urban-able, exhaust manifold
A tar can of hos to lubricate my system
bitches off the dick

'Cos she got a vice grip on the flow my lips
I'm but equipped with the proper tools
me the one talkin' shit so I can drop a fool
I'm out to glow a nigga roll if he think he Mr

Come back on the and smoke a Phillie, G
I really dream of gettin' mine now let me tell you silly
Me, buckin' my team is murder one
I a gun bustin' shots, down the block

I guess a nigga what he got
Shit is heavy like a medicine and broke niggas to smoke niggas
I'll fuck one for y'all, they made ya last call
To a trick that didn't care

'Cos she was gettin fucked somewhere, you're stuck in
Now you wanna bust, nigga, now you kill, nigga
Nigga how ya You can't try to be real
Shit is for

As the keeps turning, chronic keeps burning
Street sermon, niggas are determined
As the world turning, chronic keeps burning
sermon, these niggas are determined

As the keeps turning, chronic keeps burning
Street sermon, these are determined
As the world keeps turning, chronic keeps
Street sermon, niggas are determined

I'm cooler most, but I got the shorter temper
And I'm cooler than foes don't know how it goes
Let's take it to the first side
When you was a new jack and jockin' my new

But you was wrong, know about the big long
Head-strong, nicknamed Dav from off the school
a teenage group I'm turnin' loots to tracks
Me and my like

You wanna know what the hos to do
When me and my crew came through
All sorts of brew
Underground till my brown eyed balls turned

This is for the bitches and niggas wanna front
I smoke on, I broke on till I on
Miscellanea packin' shows Farrakhan
Where is on another level with two that's on the same plateau

Now three times your tightest flow
And three times ya track
Three times your sack
Three times is

As the world keeps turning, chronic keeps
Street sermon, these are determined
As the keeps turning, chronic keeps burning
Street sermon, these niggas are

As the world keeps turning, keeps burning
Street sermon, niggas are determined
As the world turning, chronic keeps burning
Street sermon, these are determined

Thou shalt in grief who lay buried in the belt
included work, leaves bodies scarred and hurt
To art in hell, where the man dwells
The with stankin' pussy and crack rock dwells