Luyện nghe bài hát Living in The World Today

Well if you livin in the world
You be hearing the slang that the say
that front we don't have em
So we em, alright, well OK

Well if you the way it sound then clap man
And if the love it too well then raise your hands
But only raise your hands if you're
Punk niggas shatter like a glass jaw, it

My gross weight vehicle combination
Was too heavy for the Chevy's is out the station
Double-edged was the guillotine that it
Gassed up, fuckin with some regular shit
Heads roll on behind ropes that
Bind-in, X the spot on the scope
Heavily military is necessary, it's a gamble
MC's bet they best at
parable ditties might harm
If with, set off and strike like pipe bombs
to the Duel of the Iron Mic
Look out for these flying spikes, of massive
Sleep-holds, put on commercial angle
Microphone cords tangled being Star Spangled
Now who could ever say they heard of
My style is mad murderous

Well if you like the way it sound clap man
And if the women love it too then raise your hands
But only raise your hands if you're
Punk shatter like a glass jaw, break it

if you livin in the world today
You be hearing the slang that the say
Niggas that we don't have em
So we blast em, alright, OK

Well what you about MCin?
Yo, I a lot
can you demonstrate somethin nigga?
Huh, I'd not
I'm talkin bout cousin
Nigga that's I got
Cash Rules the
Well Rules the spot

My preliminary attack keep packed
Of niggas who it ain't like that
MC's are gunned down like being run with mad trucks
God struck, religious niggas call it bad luck
Rap celeb, you got up in the web
Now bees are stingin, yo that em-singin
I'm swingin swords strictly based on keyboards
Unbalanced elephants and ants on see-saws
I throw raps that attack like the Japs on Pearl
MC's be out like robbers
the scene, to be a sole survivor
DJ the driver
Tried to dip but he I socialize on vocal vibes
On tracks up with razor sharp knives
Criminal subliminal rappers find it
Hard to define it, narrow is the gate
For fat and then played out and out of date
Then I construct my thoughts on to renovate
And from that point, the God a statement
Draftin tracements, in basements
in sheet-rock, to sound proof the beat box
And microscopic optics received through the
Obnoxious topic, labels, flavor tropical
Punchlines, unstoppable
like shots from Glocks that attract cops
Around the clubs and try to shut down the
But we increase if everything is peace
Father U C the police

if you livin in the world today
You be hearing the slang the Wu-Tang say
Niggas that we don't have em
So we em, alright, well OK

Well if you like the way it sound clap man
And if the women love it too well then your hands
But only raise hands if you're sure
Punk niggas shatter like a glass jaw, it