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 Crew the old school
And we gonna y'all back, knowhat I'msayin?
Lyrical right here, the fathers, the cream of the crop son

Well, if you in the world 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 then man
And if the love it too well then raise your hands
But only raise hands if you're sure
niggaz shatter like a glass jaw, break it

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

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

Powerful ditties might harm
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 strangle on commercial
Microphone tangled from being Star Spangled
Now who could ever say heard of this?
My motherfuckin' style is mad

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

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

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

I'm talkin' stacks cousin
Nigga what I got
Rules the world
Well, Rules the spot

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

Rap celeb, you got up in the web
Now bees are stingin', yo niggaz 'em singin'
I'm just swords strictly based on keyboards
Unbalanced like elephants and ants on

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

Tried to dip but he dive I on vocal vibes
On tracks stabbed up with razor knives
Criminal minded rappers find 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For fat tapes and then out and out of date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 from that point, the God made a
tracements, replacements in basements

Materials in sheet-rock, to proof the beat box
And microscopic optics received through the
Obnoxious topic, labels, flavor tropical
Punchlines, that's

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

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

Well, if you like the way it then clap man
And if the women it too well then raise your 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 hearin' the that the Wu-Tang say
that front we don't handle 'em
So we blast 'em, alright, well

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