Luyện nghe bài hát Harlem World

Shit, that makes me

Yo, we gonna bring it back, to World
your fuckin chops
Yo, I when niggaz was lookin' at themselves

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

See my name is somethin' that you won't
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
gonna get yo' ass fucked up
So don't fuck around, just lay

I remember, not too ago
I went to a and I saw a Wu-Tang show
Now I always wanted to get the band
But was singin' they own songs
Bein' in they own

So I I, I guess 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 press pause for a serious
To an intellect with this gratifying
Now that I'm ready, let the music
As I what I wrote with my

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

Then a brother get the feelin' that he to play cool
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 dope (Dope)
Acquired Deficiency Syndrome

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Not a or dove from the heavens up above
When I rap, people clap, show 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 demonstrate

Now hold up, hold up, up, hold up
What y'all niggaz seem to hear
Is y'all can not fuck me
I said y'all fuck 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 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 your ass in the house, get, get, in the god house, boy
Last fuckin' I'm gonna talk to you you hard-headed motherfucker

But when it to fuckin' with you MC's