Luyện nghe bài hát Inherit The World

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

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

I'll be the first to admit, I'm on some 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 left here to my life story
Ninety five rappers shelled pearls
Hit by genocide, I the world

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

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

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

The end of time as you know it a shotty
In the game of freeze tag, I touched everybody
Man's worst creation the bomb
Just in life form, then I'm leavin' town tomorrow

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

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

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

Humanity gets crushed, with a style that's
Crews crumble up, under God
Humanity gets crushed, 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
too quiet here, I'm losin' my mentality
I'm actually and I'm startin' 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 doin' time in the

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

And if I do, who's appreciate it?
Humanity terminated, I'm 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 that's
crumble up, under pressure God
Humanity gets crushed, a style that's hard
Crews crumble up, under God

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

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