Luyện nghe bài hát Harlem World

Shit, makes me high

Yo, we gonna it back, to Harlem World
Bust fuckin chops
Yo, I remember niggaz was lookin' at themselves

See 'cause tonight is the of all nights
Most people around to hear the show
That is comin' your town

See my is somethin' that you won't know
you're down, with the Brooklyn Zoo
Other brothers come but come back

So basically, what the Ol' motherfuckin Bastard is sayin'
Is that if you around
You're get yo' ass fucked up
So don't fuck around, lay down

I remember, not too ago
I to a city and I saw a Wu-Tang show
Now I always to get with the band
But niggaz was they own songs
in they own worlds

So I guess I, I I
The terminology, the
You still expect me to
Do I say off the TDK
With the button on record and the on (Play)

Thus I pause for a serious cause
To respect an intellect with gratifying
Now I'm ready, let the music begin
As I detect what I wrote my

Through the time that I spent, money that I
Rap went up just to bounce
Then became a new way to get
said, "Rhymin' on the mic is the number one" (way)

Then a brother get the feelin' that he want to play
You discombumberated, diabolical
MC, go play in the mud
Another 20th century, day

Cannibal, humanoid, (Dweller)
Chud broke loose the goddamn (Cellar)
Dope-fiend like dope (Dope)
Immune Deficiency Syndrome

When the MC's came to live out their
Roast rockin' that was always (Lame)
When I elevated and mastered the
You was stimulated the high post (rhyme)
You got shot because you you were rot

You're not the of the ditch, youse a queen of a bitch
And like a homosexual your ass switch
Niggaz, wake up in the morning, you're ugly-ass
Got slob around your mouth, green cold in eyes

You can't smile, your teeth too
Can't move, drawers too shitty
shaped like a thistle
Got holes in your and when you fart them shits (whistle)

YOU SUCKIN, MOTHERFUCKIN COLD-HEARTED FAGGOT!
(Sperm, germ, slimy-worm) MAGGOT!
Repeat your rhymes all the time like a fuckin'
Phony gold chains only rated two

You tell your friends that your is like heaven
Livin' in the gutter, sewer seven, pipe
You wear socks twelve days in a row
them on the other side so the dirt won't show

Go to school, take a shit, wipe your ass
it on another sucka nigga in your class
YOU BATTLE?!
Is it the pork on fork or the swine on your mind?
Make you rap against a with a weak-ass rhyme

Swine on your mind, pork on your
Make you imitate the brother in the state of New
Chain on brain that drove you insane
When you to claim for the talent and the fame

Nothing to gain, but yet and still you
Suffer the pain, as I demolish your
Not like Crocker, baking cake in the OV
Sayin', 'This is to the one I love'

Not a swine or dove from the heavens up
When I rap, people clap, show they pistols and
When I rhyme I get loose, better Mother Goose
Rock the mic day and night, so you see I'm the
Like the two six problems, you should demonstrate

Now up, hold up, hold up, hold up
What y'all don't seem to hear
Is y'all can not with me
I said y'all can't with me

I wanna give a shout out to my nigga door, door, door, door,
Buddah Monk, Buddah Monk, Monk
Yo, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack,
For the niggaz who's here and the girls who's out
Throw your hands in the air 'cause in this one is fly, fly, fly, fly, fly, fly

Get ass in the house
Get your ass in the house, boy, I you
Get ass in the house, get, get, in the god damn house, boy
Last fuckin' time I'm gonna talk to you you motherfucker

But it come to fuckin' with you MC's