Luyện nghe bài hát Harlem World

Shit, makes me high

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 gather around to hear the
That is comin' your town

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

So basically, what the Ol' motherfuckin Dirty is sayin'
Is that if you fuck
You're get yo' ass fucked up
So fuck around, just 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 singin' they own
Bein' in they own

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 this
Now I'm ready, let the music begin
As I detect I wrote with my

Through the that 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' he want to play cool
You discombumberated, diabolical
MC, go play in the mud
Another century, modern day

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

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

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

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

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

You tell your that your home is like heaven
Livin' in the gutter, seven, pipe 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 sucka nigga in your class
YOU BATTLE?!
Is it the pork on your fork or the swine on your
Make you rap against a with a weak-ass rhyme

Swine on mind, pork on your fork
Make you imitate the brother in the state of New
Chain on your 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 demolish your
Not like Betty Crocker, cake in the OV
Sayin', is dedicated to the one I love'

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

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

I wanna give a shout out to my door, door, door, door, door
Buddah Monk, Buddah Monk, Buddah
Yo, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack,
For the niggaz who's 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 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 gonna talk to you you motherfucker

But it come to fuckin' with you MC's