Luyện nghe bài hát Harlem World

Shit, that me high

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

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

See my is somethin' that you won't know
you're down, with the Brooklyn Zoo
Other brothers come but never back

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

I remember, not too ago
I went to a and I saw a Wu-Tang show
Now I always wanted to get with the
But niggaz was singin' they own
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)

Thus I pause for a serious cause
To respect an intellect with gratifying
Now I'm ready, let the music begin
As I detect what I with my

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

Then a get the feelin' that he want to play cool
You discombumberated, diabolical
Hog-flesh MC, go in the mud
Another 20th century, day

Cannibal, humanoid, (Dweller)
Chud loose from the goddamn (Cellar)
Dope-fiend addict dope (Dope)
Immune Deficiency Syndrome

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

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

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

YOU SUCKIN, MOTHERFUCKIN 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 your friends that your home is heaven
in the gutter, sewer seven, pipe eleven
You wear your twelve days in a row
Turn them on the side so the dirt won't show

Go to school, take a shit, don't your ass
it on another sucka nigga in your 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, on your fork
Make you imitate the brother in the of New York
on your brain that drove you insane
When you tried to for the talent and the fame

Nothing to gain, but yet and still you
the pain, as I demolish your name
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
I rap, people clap, show they pistols and shove
When I I get loose, better than Mother Goose
the mic day and night, so you see I'm the juice
Like the two six problems, you should demonstrate

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

I wanna give a shout out to my door, door, door, door, door
Buddah Monk, Buddah Monk, Buddah
Yo, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack,
For the niggaz here and the girls who's out there
Throw your hands in the air 'cause in 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' time I'm gonna talk to you you hard-headed

But when it come to fuckin' you MC's