Luyện nghe bài hát Harlem World

Shit, that me high

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

See tonight is the night of all nights
people gather around to hear the show
That is through your town

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

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

I remember, not too ago
I went to a and I saw a Wu-Tang show
Now I wanted to get with the band
But was singin' they 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 this gratifying
Now that I'm ready, let the music
As I detect what I with my

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

Then a brother get the feelin' he want to play cool
You discombumberated, fool
MC, go play in the mud
Another century, modern day

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I wanna a shout 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 out there
Throw your hands in the air 'cause in this one is 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
Last fuckin' I'm gonna talk to you you hard-headed motherfucker

But when it come to fuckin' with you