Luyện nghe bài hát Inherit The World

Rappers came with their styles and I left their heads
crews became victim of the body snatchin' dread
The world is now mine, the belongs to me
I planned the extinction of all wack MC's

Now innocents prepare for my slaughter
My will inherit the world, just like water
Cover it sauce, think about who lost
Niggaz minds was the for the MC holocaust

I'll be the first to admit, I'm on next shit
Two rappers up and left bullemic and anorexic
I told humans I'd conquer and bomb

Now I stand and take care of my continents
A&R's used to ignore me, realized I was
Now no one left here to write my life story
Ninety five rappers shelled like
Hit by genocide, I inherited the

Humanity gets crushed, with a style hard
Crews crumble up, under God
Humanity gets crushed, with a style that's
Crews crumble up, under God

Humanity gets crushed, with a style that's
Crews crumble up, pressure God
Humanity gets crushed, with a that's hard
Crews crumble up, under God

I came alone, draggin' bags of
Slit my own wrists, and bleedin' out
Consider me the MC who forever
Rainin' on niggaz, yes, the God of the weather

The end of as you know it without a shotty
In the simple game of freeze tag, I everybody
Man's worst creation like the
Just exist in life form, then I'm leavin' town

If I hadn't done it, the world be clean
Now I rhymes, work on my time machine
Nothin' shall or be conceived
They known, now it's on and the world's on it's knees

I feel relieved, free from directions
Now I battle my reflection, ask rhetorical
My actions, might make mortals earl
I won't have problem, I inherited the world

gets crushed, with a style that's hard
Crews crumble up, under God
Humanity gets crushed, with a that's hard
crumble up, under pressure God

Humanity gets crushed, with a style hard
Crews crumble up, pressure God
Humanity gets crushed, with a style that's
Crews up, under pressure God

Now put thought to the one
'Cause now I got mad time to think what I done
It's too here, I'm losin' my mentality
I'm actually alone and I'm to see reality

No more hip hop, what was I of?
No more fat tracks and no family to
No makin' black people tighter
No more real MC's doin' time in the

No shows, no more gettin' biz
I and hear voices sayin' "Yo that shit was fat kid"
Nothin' to forward to day after day
So why write rhymes, who's gonna hear I have to say?

And if I do, who's gonna it?
terminated, I'm alone and I hate it
I lost it all, my and my girl
All because I had to the world

Humanity gets crushed, with a style hard
Crews crumble up, under God
Humanity gets crushed, a style that's hard
Crews crumble up, under God

Humanity crushed, with a style that's hard
crumble up, under pressure God
Humanity crushed, with a style that's hard
crumble up, under pressure God

Uhh, Mad Skillz, on
Peace out to that's here
All the corpses, all the wack