Luyện nghe bài hát Harlem World

Shit, that makes me

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

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

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

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

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

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

I press pause 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 I spent, money that I lent
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 feelin' he want to play cool
You discombumberated, fool
MC, go play in the mud
Another 20th century, day

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Swine on mind, pork on your fork
Make you the brother in the state of New York
Chain on your brain that drove you
When you to claim for the talent and the fame

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

Not a or dove from the heavens up above
When I rap, people clap, show they pistols and
When I I get loose, better than 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
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 shout out to my door, door, door, door, door
Buddah Monk, Buddah Monk, Buddah
Yo, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack,
For the niggaz who's here and the girls 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 time I'm gonna talk to you you hard-headed motherfucker

But when it come to fuckin' you MC's