Luyện nghe bài hát Harlem World

Shit, that makes me

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

See tonight 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
Unless down, with the Brooklyn Zoo
Other come but never come back

So basically, what the Ol' Dirty Bastard is sayin'
Is that if you around
gonna get yo' ass fucked up
So fuck around, just lay down

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

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

Through the time that I spent, money that I
Rap records 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, fool
MC, go play in the mud
Another 20th century, day

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

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

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

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

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

You tell your friends that home is like heaven
in the gutter, sewer seven, pipe eleven
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, don't wipe ass
ClaBlame it on another sucka nigga in class
YOU BATTLE?!
Is it the pork on your fork or the swine on your
Make you rap against a brother with a rhyme

Swine on mind, pork on your fork
Make you imitate the brother in the of New York
Chain on your brain that drove you
you tried 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 Betty Crocker, baking in the OV
Sayin', 'This is dedicated to the one I

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

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

I give a shout out to my nigga door, 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 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 hard-headed

But it come to fuckin' with you MC's