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 Crew from the old school
And we gonna take y'all back, knowhat
Lyrical sorcerers right here, the fathers, the cream of the son

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

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

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

parable ditties might 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 on commercial angle
Microphone cords from being Star Spangled
Now who could ever say they heard of
My motherfuckin' is mad murderous

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

Well, if you livin' in the world
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 MCin'?
Yo, I a lot
Well, can you demonstrate nigga?
Huh, I'd not

I'm 'bout stacks cousin
that's what I got
Cash the world
Well, Cash the spot

My preliminary attack keep cemeteries
Of who think it ain't like that
MC's are gunned down like being run down mad trucks
Them God struck, 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 strictly on keyboards
Unbalanced like elephants and on see-saws

I throw raps that attack the Japs on Pearl Harbor
MC's be out like 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 razor sharp knives
Criminal subliminal rappers find it
Hard to it, when narrow is the gate

For fat and then played out and out of date
Then I construct my thoughts on to renovate
And from 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
Obnoxious topic, labels, flavor tropical
Punchlines, unstoppable

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

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

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

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

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