Luyện nghe bài hát Harlem World

Shit, makes me high

Yo, we bring it back, to Harlem World
Bust your chops
Yo, I remember niggaz was lookin' at themselves

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

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

So basically, what the Ol' motherfuckin Bastard is sayin'
Is that if you fuck
gonna get yo' ass fucked up
So don't fuck around, lay down

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

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

Through the time that I spent, 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' that he want to play
You discombumberated, diabolical
Hog-flesh MC, go in the mud
Another 20th century, day

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

When the MC's to live out their name
Roast rockin' rhymes 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 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, your teeth too
Can't even move, drawers too
shaped like a thistle
Got holes in your drawers and 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 only rated two carats

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

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

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

Not a swine or dove from the up above
When I rap, people clap, they pistols and shove
When I rhyme I get loose, better Mother 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, up, hold up
y'all niggaz don't seem to hear
Is can not fuck with me
I said y'all can't with me

I wanna give a shout out to my nigga 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 ass in the house, boy, I told you
Get your ass in the house, get, get, in the god house, boy
Last fuckin' time I'm gonna talk to you you hard-headed

But when it come to fuckin' with you