Luyện nghe bài hát Harlem World

Shit, that makes me

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

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

See my name is somethin' that you know
Unless down, with the Brooklyn Zoo
Other come but never come back

So basically, what the Ol' motherfuckin Dirty is sayin'
Is that if you around
You're gonna get yo' ass 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 always wanted to get with the
But was singin' they own songs
in they own worlds

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

Thus I press pause for a serious
To respect an with this gratifying
Now that I'm ready, let the music
As I detect what I with my

Through the time that I spent, money I lent
Rap records up just to bounce
Then a new way to get paid
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 loose from the (Cellar)
Dope-fiend addict like (Dope)
Immune Deficiency Syndrome

When the MC's came to live out their
Roast rockin' rhymes that was (Lame)
When I elevated and mastered the
You was stimulated from the post (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 switch
Niggaz, wake up in the morning, you're guys
Got slob around your mouth, cold in your eyes

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

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

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

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 on your mind?
Make you rap against a with a weak-ass rhyme

Swine on your mind, on your fork
Make you imitate the brother in the state of New
on your brain that drove you insane
When you tried to claim for the and the fame

Nothing to gain, but yet and you came
Suffer the pain, as I your name
Not like Betty Crocker, baking in the OV
Sayin', is dedicated to the one I love'

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

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

I wanna give a out to my nigga door, door, door, door, door
Buddah Monk, Monk, Buddah Monk
Yo, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack,
For the niggaz who's here and the girls who's out
Throw hands 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 your ass in the house, get, get, in the god house, boy
Last fuckin' time I'm gonna talk to you you motherfucker

But when it come to fuckin' you MC's