Luyện nghe bài hát Living In The World Today

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

Well, if you livin' in the today
You be hearin' the slang that the say
Niggaz that front we don't 'em
So we 'em, alright, well okay

Well, if you like the way it sound clap 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

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

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

Powerful parable ditties might
If with, set off and strike like pipe bombs
Flashbacks to the Duel of the Mic
Look out for these fatal flying spikes, of

Sleep-holds, put on commercial angle
Microphone cords tangled from being Spangled
Now who ever say they heard of this?
My motherfuckin' style is mad

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 sure
Punk niggaz like a glass jaw, break it

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

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

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

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

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

I throw raps that attack like the Japs on Pearl
MC's be out like robbers
Fleeing the scene, to be a sole
DJ the getaway

Tried to dip but he dive I socialize on vocal
On tracks stabbed up razor sharp knives
subliminal minded rappers find it
Hard to define it, narrow is the gate

For fat tapes and played out and out of date
Then I my thoughts on site to renovate
And that point, the God made a statement
tracements, replacements in basements

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

Ring like from glocks that attract cops
Around the clubs and try to down the hip-hop
But we only increase if is peace
U C King the police

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

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

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

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