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
a mad shout out to the Ranch Crew from the old school
And we gonna take y'all back, knowhat
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
that front we don't handle 'em
So we blast 'em, alright, okay

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

My rhyme gross weight combination
Was too heavy for the is chased out the station
Double-edged was the that beheaded it
Gassed up, fuckin' with some unleaded shit

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tried to dip but he I socialize on vocal vibes
On tracks stabbed up with razor sharp
Criminal subliminal minded find it
Hard to it, when narrow is the gate

For fat tapes and then out and out of date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

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

like shots from glocks that attract cops
Around the and try to shut down the hip-hop
But we only increase if everything is
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 don't 'em
So we 'em, alright, well okay

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

If you livin' in the today
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 world today, the say
Niggaz that we don't handle 'em
So we blast 'em, alright, okay