Luyện nghe bài hát Harlem World

Shit, that makes me

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Cannibal, humanoid, (Dweller)
Chud broke from the goddamn (Cellar)
Dope-fiend addict like (Dope)
Acquired 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 high (rhyme)
You got shot because you knew you 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 your mouth, green cold in your eyes

You smile, your teeth too gritty
even move, drawers too shitty
You're like a thistle
Got holes in your drawers and you fart 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 chains only two carats

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

Go to school, a shit, don't wipe your ass
ClaBlame it on another sucka nigga in class
YOU BATTLE?!
Is it the pork on 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 in the state of New York
Chain on your brain that drove you
When you tried to claim for the talent and the

to gain, but yet and still you came
Suffer the pain, as I demolish name
Not like Betty Crocker, baking in the OV
Sayin', 'This is dedicated to the one I

Not a swine or from the heavens up above
When I rap, people clap, show they and shove
When I rhyme I get loose, than 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
What y'all niggaz don't seem to
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, 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 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 fuckin' time I'm gonna to you you hard-headed motherfucker

But when it come to fuckin' with you