Luyện nghe bài hát Harlem World

Shit, that me high

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

See 'cause tonight is the of all nights
people gather around 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 brothers but never come back

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

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

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

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

Through the time that I spent, money I lent
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 that he want to play cool
You discombumberated, fool
Hog-flesh MC, go in the mud
20th century, modern day

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

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

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

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

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

You tell friends that your home is like heaven
Livin' in the gutter, seven, pipe eleven
You wear your socks twelve 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 in your class
YOU BATTLE?!
Is it the on your fork or the swine on your mind?
Make you rap against a brother with a rhyme

Swine on mind, pork on your fork
Make you the brother in the state of New York
Chain on your that drove 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 dove from the up above
I rap, people clap, show they pistols and shove
When I rhyme I get loose, better than Mother
the mic day and night, so you see I'm the juice
Like the two six eight problems, you should

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, Buddah
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 ass in the house
Get ass in the house, boy, I told you
Get your ass in the house, get, get, in the god house, boy
Last time I'm gonna talk to you you hard-headed motherfucker

But it come to fuckin' with you MC's