Luyện nghe bài hát Harlem World

Shit, makes me high

Yo, we gonna bring it back, to Harlem
Bust your chops
Yo, I remember when niggaz was lookin' at

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

See my name is that you won't know
you're down, with the Brooklyn Zoo
Other come but never come back

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

I remember, not too ago
I went to a city and I saw a Wu-Tang
Now I always wanted to get with the
But niggaz was singin' they own
Bein' in own worlds

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

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

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

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

Cannibal, humanoid, (Dweller)
broke loose from the goddamn (Cellar)
Dope-fiend addict like (Dope)
Acquired Immune Deficiency

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

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

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

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

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

Go to school, a shit, don't wipe your ass
ClaBlame it on another sucka in your class
YOU BATTLE?!
Is it the pork on your fork or the on your mind?
Make you rap against a with a weak-ass rhyme

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

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

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

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

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

Get your ass in the
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 when it come to fuckin' with you