Luyện nghe bài hát Harlem World

Shit, that me high

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

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' you won't know
Unless down, with the Brooklyn Zoo
Other brothers come but come back

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

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

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

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

Through the time that I spent, that I lent
Rap records went up to bounce
Then 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, fool
MC, go play in the mud
Another century, modern day

Cannibal, humanoid, (Dweller)
Chud broke loose the goddamn (Cellar)
addict like dope (Dope)
Acquired Immune Syndrome

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

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

You can't smile, your teeth too
Can't move, drawers too shitty
You're like a thistle
Got holes in your 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'
Phony chains only rated two carats

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

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

Swine on your mind, pork on 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
Suffer the pain, as I your name
Not like Betty Crocker, cake in the OV
Sayin', 'This is to the one I love'

Not a swine or dove from the up above
When I rap, people clap, show 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 up, hold up, hold up, hold up
What niggaz don't seem to hear
Is y'all can not with me
I said y'all can't with me

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

But when it come to fuckin' you MC's