Luyện nghe bài hát Harlem World

Shit, makes me high

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

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

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

So basically, the Ol' motherfuckin Dirty Bastard is sayin'
Is if you fuck around
You're get yo' ass fucked 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 with the
But niggaz was they own songs
in they own worlds

So I guess I, I I
The terminology, the
You expect me to accept
Do I say off the TDK
With the button on 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 time that I spent, money that I
Rap went up just to bounce
became a new way to get paid
They said, "Rhymin' on the mic is the one" (way)

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

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

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

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

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

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

You tell your friends that 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 won't

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

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

Nothing to gain, but yet and you came
Suffer the pain, as I demolish name
Not like Betty Crocker, baking in the OV
Sayin', 'This is 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, better than Goose
the mic day and night, so you see I'm the juice
Like the two six problems, you should demonstrate

Now hold up, hold up, hold up, 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 who's here and the 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 your ass in the house, get, get, in the god house, boy
Last fuckin' time I'm gonna talk to you you motherfucker

But when it come to fuckin' with you