Luyện nghe bài hát Harlem World

Shit, that me high

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

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

See my name is somethin' 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, lay down

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

So I guess I, I I
The terminology, the
You still me to accept
Do I say off the TDK
With the button on record and the on (Play)

Thus I press for a serious cause
To an intellect with this gratifying
Now that I'm ready, let the music
As I detect I wrote with my

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

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

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

When the came to live out their name
rockin' rhymes that was always (Lame)
When I elevated and the time
You was stimulated from the 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 ugly-ass
Got slob around your mouth, cold in your eyes

You can't smile, teeth too gritty
Can't even move, too shitty
You're shaped 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 like a fuckin' parrot
gold chains only rated two carats

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

Go to school, take a shit, wipe your ass
ClaBlame it on sucka nigga in your 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 your mind, pork on fork
Make you imitate the in the state of New York
on your brain that drove you insane
When you to claim for the talent and the fame

to gain, but yet and still you came
Suffer the pain, as I demolish your
Not like Crocker, baking cake 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
Rock the mic day and night, so you see I'm the
Like the two six eight problems, you should

Now up, hold up, hold up, hold up
y'all niggaz don't seem to hear
Is y'all can not with me
I said y'all 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 niggaz who's here and the who's out there
Throw your hands in the air 'cause in one is more 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 time I'm gonna talk to you you hard-headed motherfucker

But it come to fuckin' with you MC's