Luyện nghe bài hát Harlem World

Shit, makes me high

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

See tonight is the night of all nights
Most gather around to hear the show
is comin' through your town

See my is somethin' that you won't know
Unless you're down, the Brooklyn 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, lay down

I remember, not too ago
I went to a and I saw a Wu-Tang show
Now I always wanted to get with the
But niggaz was they own songs
Bein' in 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 with this gratifying
Now I'm ready, let the music begin
As I detect what I wrote my

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You your friends 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 so the dirt 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 pork on your fork or the swine on your
you rap against a brother with a weak-ass rhyme

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

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

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
Rock the mic day and night, so you see I'm the
the two six eight problems, you should demonstrate

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

I wanna give a shout out to my nigga door, door, door, door,
Buddah Monk, Buddah Monk, 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 ass in the house, boy, I told you
Get your ass in the house, get, get, in the god house, boy
Last time I'm gonna talk to you you hard-headed motherfucker

But when it come to fuckin' with you