Luyện nghe bài hát Inherit The World

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

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

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

Now I alone and take care of my continents
used to ignore me, realized I was nice
Now it's no one here to write my life story
Ninety five shelled like pearls
Hit by genocide, I the world

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

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

I came alone, draggin' of bones
Slit my own wrists, and out microphones
me the MC who lives forever
Rainin' hemlock on niggaz, yes, the God of the

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

If I hadn't done it, the world wouldn't be
Now I memorize rhymes, on my time machine
Nothin' shall breathe or be
They shoulda known, now it's on and the on it's knees

I feel relieved, free from directions
Now I battle my reflection, ask questions
My actions, they might make mortals
I have that problem, I inherited the world

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

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

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

No more hip hop, was I thinkin' of?
No more fat and no family to love
No incidents makin' people tighter
No more real MC's time in the cypher

No wreckin' shows, no gettin' biz
I fantasize and hear sayin' "Yo that shit was fat kid"
Nothin' to look to day after day
So why write rhymes, who's gonna hear what I have to

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

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

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

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