Luyện nghe bài hát Living in The World Today

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

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

My rhyme gross weight combination
Was too heavy for the Chevy's is chased out the
was the guillotine that beheaded it
Gassed up, fuckin with some regular unleaded
roll on hillsides behind ropes that
Bind-in, X the spot on the scope
Heavily armed is necessary, it's a gamble
MC's bet best at every
parable ditties might harm
If tampered with, set off and like pipe bombs
Flashbacks to the of the Iron Mic
Look out for these fatal spikes, of massive
Sleep-holds, put on commercial angle
Microphone cords tangled being Star Spangled
Now who could ever say heard of this?
My style is mad murderous

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

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

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

My attack keep cemetaries packed
Of who think it ain't like that
are gunned down like being run down with mad trucks
Them God struck, religious niggas call it bad
Rap celeb, you got up in the web
Now bees are stingin, yo that em-singin
I'm just swingin swords strictly on keyboards
Unbalanced elephants and ants on see-saws
I throw raps that attack the Japs on Pearl Harbor
be out like bank robbers
Fleeing the scene, to be a sole
DJ the driver
Tried to dip but he dive I socialize on vocal
On tracks stabbed up with sharp knives
Criminal subliminal minded rappers it
Hard to define it, narrow is the gate
For fat tapes and then played out and out of
Then I construct my thoughts on site to
And from point, the God made a statement
Draftin tracements, in basements
in sheet-rock, to sound proof the beat box
And microscopic optics received through the
Obnoxious topic, major labels, flavor
Punchlines, unstoppable
Ring like shots from Glocks that cops
the clubs and try to shut down the hip-hop
But we only increase if is peace
Father U C King the

if you livin in the world today
You be the slang that 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 raise your
But only raise your hands if you're
Punk shatter like a glass jaw, break it