Luyện nghe bài hát Harlem World

Shit, makes me high

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

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

See my name is somethin' that you know
Unless you're down, the Brooklyn Zoo
Other come 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 fuck around, just lay down

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

So I I, I guess I
The terminology, the
You still expect me to
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 with this 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 went up 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, diabolical
MC, go play in the mud
Another 20th century, day

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Swine on your mind, pork on fork
Make you imitate the in the state of New York
Chain on your brain 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 name
Not like Betty Crocker, cake in the OV
Sayin', 'This is dedicated to the one I

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

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 can't fuck with me

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

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

But it come to fuckin' with you MC's