Luyện nghe bài hát Harlem World

Shit, that makes me

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

See 'cause tonight is the of all nights
people gather around to hear the show
That is through your town

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

So basically, what the Ol' motherfuckin Dirty is sayin'
Is if you fuck around
You're get yo' ass fucked up
So fuck around, just lay down

I remember, not too ago
I to a city and I saw a Wu-Tang show
Now I always to get with the band
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
With the on record and the other on (Play)

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

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

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

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

When the MC's came to out their name
Roast rockin' rhymes 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 a homosexual your ass always switch
Niggaz, wake up in the morning, you're ugly-ass
Got slob around your mouth, green in your eyes

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

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

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

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

Swine on your mind, pork on your
Make you imitate the in the state of New York
Chain on your brain that you insane
When you tried to claim for the talent and the

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 dedicated to the one I

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

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

I give 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 and the girls who's out there
your hands 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