Luyện nghe bài hát Harlem World

Shit, that makes me

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

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

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

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

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

So I I, I guess 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 this
Now I'm ready, let the music begin
As I detect what I with my

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

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

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

When the MC's to live out their name
Roast rockin' rhymes was always (Lame)
I elevated and mastered the time
You was stimulated the high post (rhyme)
You got because you knew you were rot

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

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

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

You tell friends that your home is like heaven
in the gutter, sewer seven, pipe eleven
You your socks twelve days in a row
Turn them on the other side so the dirt 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
Make you rap against a brother with a weak-ass

Swine on your mind, pork on your
Make you imitate the brother in the state of New
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 your
Not Betty Crocker, baking cake in the OV
Sayin', 'This is dedicated to the one I

Not a or dove from the heavens 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 eight problems, you demonstrate

Now up, hold 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 wanna a shout out to my nigga door, door, door, door, door
Buddah Monk, Buddah Monk, Buddah
Yo, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack,
For the who's here and the girls who's out there
Throw your in the air 'cause 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 your ass in the house, get, get, in the god house, boy
Last fuckin' time I'm gonna to you you hard-headed motherfucker

But when it come to with you MC's