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 was lookin' at themselves

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

See my is somethin' that you won't know
Unless you're down, with the Zoo
Other 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 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 with the
But niggaz was they own songs
Bein' in they own

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

I press pause for a serious cause
To respect an intellect with this
Now that I'm ready, let the music
As I what I wrote with my

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

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

Cannibal, humanoid, (Dweller)
Chud loose from the goddamn (Cellar)
Dope-fiend addict like (Dope)
Immune Deficiency Syndrome

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

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

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

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

You tell your that your home is like heaven
Livin' in the gutter, sewer seven, eleven
You wear your socks days in a row
Turn them on the other side so the dirt show

Go to school, take a shit, wipe your ass
ClaBlame it on another nigga in your class
YOU BATTLE?!
Is it the pork on your fork or the on your mind?
you rap against a brother with a weak-ass rhyme

Swine on your mind, pork on your
Make you imitate the brother in the of New York
Chain on brain that drove you insane
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 Betty Crocker, baking cake in the OV
Sayin', 'This is dedicated to the one I

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

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

I give a shout out to my nigga door, door, door, door, door
Buddah Monk, Buddah Monk, Buddah
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 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 talk to you you hard-headed motherfucker

But when it come to with you MC's