Luyện nghe bài hát Harlem World

Shit, that makes me

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

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

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

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

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

So I I, I guess 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 serious
To respect an intellect with this
Now I'm ready, let the music begin
As I what I wrote with my

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

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

Cannibal, humanoid, (Dweller)
Chud broke loose the goddamn (Cellar)
addict like dope (Dope)
Acquired Immune Deficiency

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

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

You smile, your teeth too gritty
Can't even move, drawers too
shaped like a thistle
Got holes in your drawers and when you fart them (whistle)

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

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

Go to school, a shit, don't wipe your ass
ClaBlame it on another sucka nigga in your
YOU BATTLE?!
Is it the pork on your fork or the swine on your
Make you rap against a brother a weak-ass rhyme

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

Nothing to gain, but yet and still you
the pain, as I demolish your name
Not like Crocker, baking cake in the OV
Sayin', 'This is to the one I love'

Not a swine or dove from the heavens up
When I rap, people clap, show 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 problems, you should demonstrate

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

I wanna a shout out to my nigga door, door, door, door, door
Buddah Monk, Monk, Buddah Monk
Yo, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack,
For the who's here and the girls who's out there
Throw your hands in the air 'cause in this one is fly, fly, fly, fly, fly, fly

Get ass in the house
Get ass in the house, boy, I told you
Get ass in the house, get, get, in the god damn house, boy
Last fuckin' I'm gonna talk to you you hard-headed motherfucker

But when it come to with you MC's