Luyện nghe bài hát Harlem World

Shit, that makes me

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

See 'cause is the night of all nights
Most people around to hear the show
That is comin' your town

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

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

I remember, not too ago
I went to a city and I saw a show
Now I always wanted to get with the
But was singin' they own songs
in they own worlds

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

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

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

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

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

When the 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 because you knew you were rot

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

You smile, your teeth too gritty
even 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!
your rhymes all the time like a fuckin' parrot
Phony gold 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 your ass
it on another sucka nigga in your class
YOU BATTLE?!
Is it the pork on your fork or the on your mind?
Make you rap against a brother a weak-ass rhyme

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

Not a or dove from the heavens up above
I rap, people clap, show they pistols 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 problems, you should demonstrate

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

I wanna a shout out to my nigga door, door, door, door, door
Monk, Buddah Monk, Buddah Monk
Yo, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack,
For the niggaz who's 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 your ass in the
Get your ass in the house, boy, I you
Get ass in the house, get, get, in the god damn house, boy
fuckin' time I'm gonna talk to you you hard-headed motherfucker

But it come to fuckin' with you MC's