Luyện nghe bài hát Inherit The World

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

Now must prepare for my slaughter
My style will the world, just like water
it like 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 left bullemic and
I told humans I'd conquer and shit

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

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

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

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

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

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

I feel relieved, free from 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 that's
crumble up, under pressure God
Humanity gets crushed, with a style that's
Crews crumble up, pressure God

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

Now put thought to the one
'Cause now I got mad time to think about I done
It's too quiet here, I'm losin' my
I'm alone 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' black people
No more MC's doin' time in the cypher

No wreckin' shows, no gettin' biz
I and hear voices sayin' "Yo that 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 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 up, under pressure God
Humanity gets crushed, with a that's hard
Crews up, under pressure God

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

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