Luyện nghe bài hát Harlem World

Shit, makes me high

Yo, we gonna it back, to Harlem World
Bust your chops
Yo, I remember when niggaz was at themselves

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

See my name is somethin' that you know
Unless down, with the Brooklyn Zoo
Other brothers come but 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 around, just 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 niggaz was singin' own songs
Bein' in own worlds

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

Thus I pause for a serious cause
To respect an intellect with gratifying
Now that I'm ready, let the begin
As I detect 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 feelin' that he 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 Immune Syndrome

the MC's came to live out their name
Roast rockin' rhymes was always (Lame)
I elevated and mastered the time
You was from 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 your ass always switch
Niggaz, wake up in the morning, you're ugly-ass
Got slob your mouth, green cold in your eyes

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

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

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

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

Swine on mind, pork on your 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 you came
Suffer the pain, as I demolish your
Not like Betty Crocker, baking in the OV
Sayin', 'This is to the one I love'

Not a or dove from the heavens up above
When I rap, people clap, they pistols and shove
When I I get loose, better than Mother Goose
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
y'all niggaz don't seem to hear
Is y'all can not with me
I said y'all fuck with me

I wanna give a 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 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 ass in the house, boy, I told you
Get ass in the house, get, get, in the god damn house, boy
Last fuckin' time I'm gonna to you you hard-headed motherfucker

But when it come to fuckin' you MC's