Luyện nghe bài hát Inherit The World

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Humanity gets crushed, with a style 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 and I'm startin' to see reality

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

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

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

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

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

Uhh, Mad Skillz, on
Peace out to everybody here
All the corpses, all the wack