Luyện nghe bài hát Living In The World Today

Yo, it out son
Yo, in the place to be
You got the G
G to the A M C
Givin a mad shout out to the Ranch Crew from the old
And we gonna y'all back, knowhat I'msayin?
Lyrical right here, the fathers, the cream of the crop son

Well, if you livin' in the today
You be hearin' the slang the Wu-Tang say
Niggaz that we don't handle 'em
So we blast 'em, alright, okay

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

My rhyme weight vehicle combination
Was too heavy for the Chevy's is chased out the
Double-edged was the that beheaded it
up, fuckin' with some regular unleaded shit

Heads roll on behind ropes that
Bind-in, X the spot on the scope
Heavily armed is necessary, it's a gamble
MC's bet they best at

parable ditties might harm
If tampered with, set off and strike like pipe
to the Duel of the Iron Mic
Look out for these fatal spikes, of massive

Sleep-holds, put strangle on angle
Microphone cords tangled from being Spangled
Now who could ever say they heard of
My style is mad murderous

Well, if you like the way it sound then man
And if the women it too well then raise your hands
But only raise your hands if sure
Punk niggaz shatter like a jaw, break it

Well, if you livin' in the world
You be the slang that the Wu-Tang say
Niggaz that front we handle 'em
So we 'em, alright, well okay

Well, you know about MCin'?
Yo, I a lot
Well, can you demonstrate nigga?
Huh, I'd not

I'm talkin' stacks cousin
Nigga that's I got
Cash Rules the
Well, Rules the spot

My preliminary keep cemeteries packed
Of niggaz who think it ain't that
MC's are gunned down like being run down mad trucks
God struck, religious niggaz call it bad luck

Rap celeb, you got up in the web
Now bees are stingin', yo that 'em singin'
I'm just swingin' swords strictly based on
Unbalanced elephants and ants on see-saws

I throw raps that attack like the Japs on Pearl
MC's be out like bank
Fleeing the scene, to be a survivor
DJ the driver

Tried to dip but he dive I socialize on vibes
On stabbed up with razor sharp knives
Criminal subliminal minded rappers it
Hard to define it, when narrow is the

For fat tapes and then out and out of date
Then I construct my thoughts on to renovate
And that point, the God made a statement
Draftin' tracements, replacements in

in sheet-rock, to sound proof the beat box
And optics received through the boxes
Obnoxious topic, major labels, tropical
Punchlines, unstoppable

Ring like shots from glocks attract cops
the clubs and try to shut down the hip-hop
But we only if everything is peace
Father U C the police

Well, if you livin' in the world
You be hearin' the slang the Wu-Tang say
Niggaz that front we handle 'em
So we blast 'em, alright, well

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

If you in the world today
You be hearin' the slang the Wu-Tang say
that front we don't handle 'em
So we blast 'em, alright, okay

The say
We handle 'em, alright, well okay
The today, the Wu-Tang say
Niggaz front we don't handle 'em
So we 'em, alright, well okay