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 take y'all back, I'msayin?
Lyrical 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 front we don't handle 'em
So we 'em, alright, well okay

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

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

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

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

Sleep-holds, put strangle on angle
Microphone cords tangled from Star Spangled
Now who could ever say they of this?
My style is mad murderous

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

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

Well, what you know MCin'?
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, Cash the spot

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

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

I throw raps that attack the Japs on Pearl Harbor
be out like bank robbers
Fleeing the scene, to be a survivor
DJ the driver

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

For fat tapes and played out and out of date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

in sheet-rock, to sound proof the beat box
And microscopic received through the boxes
topic, major labels, flavor tropical
Punchlines, that's

Ring 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 the police

Well, if you livin' in the world
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 your hands if you're
niggaz shatter like a glass jaw, break it

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

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