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
a mad shout out to the Ranch Crew from the old school
And we gonna y'all back, knowhat I'msayin?
Lyrical sorcerers right here, the fathers, the of the crop son

Well, if you in the world today
You be hearin' the that the Wu-Tang 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 love it too well then raise your
But only raise your hands if you're
Punk niggaz shatter like a glass jaw, it

My rhyme gross weight vehicle
Was too heavy for the Chevy's is out the station
was the guillotine that beheaded it
Gassed up, fuckin' with some regular shit

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

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

Sleep-holds, put strangle on commercial
cords tangled from being Star Spangled
Now who could 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 you're
Punk niggaz shatter like a glass jaw, it

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

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

I'm talkin' 'bout stacks
that's what I got
Cash Rules the
Well, Rules the spot

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

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

I throw that attack like the Japs on Pearl Harbor
be out like bank 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
Criminal subliminal rappers find it
Hard to define it, when is the gate

For fat and then played out and out of date
Then I construct my thoughts on site to
And from that point, the God a statement
Draftin' tracements, 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 shut down the
But we only if everything is peace
Father U C King the

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

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

If you livin' in the today
You be hearin' the slang that the say
Niggaz that front we handle 'em
So we blast 'em, alright, okay

The say
We don't 'em, alright, well okay
The world today, the say
that front we don't handle 'em
So we blast 'em, alright, okay