Luyện nghe bài hát Inherit The World

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

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

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

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

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

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

I alone, draggin' bags of bones
my own wrists, and bleedin' out microphones
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 touched
Man's worst creation like the
Just exist in life form, then I'm leavin' town

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

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

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

Humanity gets crushed, with a that's hard
Crews crumble up, pressure God
Humanity crushed, with a style that's hard
crumble up, under 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 alone and I'm startin' to see reality

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

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

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

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

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

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