Luyện nghe bài hát Inherit The World

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

Now must prepare for my slaughter
My style will inherit the world, just 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 some shit
Two rappers stepped up and left bullemic and
I told humans I'd conquer and bomb

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

gets 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

Now put to the word one
now I got mad time to think about what I done
It's too quiet here, I'm my mentality
I'm alone and I'm startin' to see reality

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

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

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

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

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

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