Luyện nghe bài hát It's My World

If our collide
(It's my world)
I hope you know one of us gon' die
(It's my world)
It won't be me cus I was to rise
(Yo, my world)
So the war I hope you on my side
(It's my world, It's my world, my world)

{*Repeat
Chino from Sway and Tech's "The Anthem"]
Chino makes the go round...
[Scratching Nas "Hate me Now"]
The Illest...
Blame God he blew in my lungs...

1]
Don't it a comeback...
I've been for years
I'm like a record deal from ending anyone's career
But does care? And did anyone dare try prepare ya?
I got the world hemmed up my daddy should've me tailor
I'll ya' like I knock at the front door when the rents due
The true, lyrical O.G., inevitable
Rhymes digital decibels
then Busta Rhymes wardrobe, and I've been foretold
Ain't a tough cat in your zip code, or rural
Will I become and make you a graffiti R.I.P. mural
Complete artist rendering on how you used to be proving you're mortal
Surrendering to Chi
Underneath and candles from your friends and family
The walls are reminded you never fucked with me
I take it to f-a-c-e but don't respond
Cus I'm the big dog, the a fire hydrant that I piss upon

(Chorus w/ variations)

2]
Yo, yeah, yo...
360 of unadulterated battle
You must be inebriated wanting to challenge
My distance is so accurate anytime laps capture it
Tearing apart time's fabric, no
Thirty five thousand Giga hard drives only store half of it
That ain't the half of it, I spit the blood of Christ on a
Lyrics specialist ain't a bitch rip shit so effortless
Smoke method with Man being chased by thirty Methodists
Seven day tempt this and try to prevent this
So I curse like the Motto leaving praying/preying like the mantis
Perform in front of Mormons 'til they banished up in
Start dramas between Amish 'til they turn to and Crips
Go to war with four continents make Saddam protestant
Bill Clinton's advisors like at what your big mouth got us in
Give the surgery
Resurrect ?Isaac Raveen? then the extinction of all of Germany
Blanket the in darkness for all eternity
I'm like Vernon on the stand committing purgery
I'll Hannibal,
To Italianos how African they are for thinking of us as animals
I'll Mussolini,
in his hat and show him with all his tyranny
Armies and couldn't see me
Resurrect Idi Amin and
Then sit exchanging war stories to show whose mind is sicker
And full of hatred, ain't far cus if it was
Biggie would still be here and wack rappers would be dead

(Chorus w/ variations)

3]
[I have survived] Twenty-four years of poor
[I have My hometown claiming I wasn't raw
[I have survived] shot at and stabbed while on tour
[I have survived] Millions of niggas my metaphors
For three years, down that's thirty six months
Twenty six thousand two hundred hours holding a grudge
A non-vocalist belonging in the theatre
So raw I'm charging my reflection for rhyming in the
flows ancient, I'm past the prehistoric stages
I flip vocal booths equipped roll bars and cages
Temperature rise you're feeling faint when my fell
You wish for death Lady Di wish she'd wore a seat belt
help, May Day, S.O.S. explode
Dot dot dash... I'll that ass in Morse Code
Your rhyme down syndrome
I make you limp
For sleeping on my Puerto Rican skin
(Leave him alone)
And I don't give a who you get...
I don't give a fuck if Jesus your verses and Satan and God produced it
I don't give a fuck if signed it
I don't give a fuck what old school you getting outta retirement
I'm on my own dick like a man in confinement
Release pollution to destroy the whole environment
strikes again
Lose your hearing from my
Sell Shit, I sold water to Noah during the flood

2X*}
[Scratching from Sway and "The Anthem"]
Chino the world go round...
[Scratching Nas
The Illest...
Blame God he blew in my lungs...