Luyện nghe bài hát Inherit The World

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

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

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

Now I alone and take care of my continents
A&R's to ignore me, realized I was nice
Now it's no one left here to write my life
Ninety five rappers 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
crumble up, under pressure God

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

I alone, draggin' bags of bones
Slit my own wrists, and 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 simple game of tag, I touched everybody
Man's creation like 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 rhymes, work on my time machine
shall breathe or be conceived
They shoulda known, now it's on and the world's on it's

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

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

Now put to the word one
'Cause now I got mad to think about what I done
too quiet here, I'm losin' my mentality
I'm actually alone and I'm to see reality

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

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

And if I do, who's gonna it?
terminated, I'm alone and I hate it
I it all, my crew and my girl
All because I had to inherit the

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

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

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