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 take y'all back, knowhat
sorcerers right here, the fathers, the cream of the crop son

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 socialize on vocal
On tracks stabbed up razor sharp knives
Criminal subliminal minded find it
Hard to it, when narrow is the gate

For fat and then played out and out of date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

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

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

If you livin' in the today
You be hearin' the slang that the say
Niggaz front we don't handle 'em
So we blast 'em, alright, well

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