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 y'all back, knowhat I'msayin?
Lyrical sorcerers 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 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 then raise hands
But only raise your hands if you're
Punk niggaz shatter like a jaw, break it

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

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

Powerful parable ditties harm
If tampered with, set off and strike like pipe
Flashbacks to the 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 could say they heard of this?
My style is mad murderous

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

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

Well, what you about 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 the world
Well, Rules the spot

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

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 like elephants and on see-saws

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

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

For fat tapes and then out and out of date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

Materials in sheet-rock, to sound the beat box
And microscopic optics through the boxes
Obnoxious topic, major labels, tropical
Punchlines, unstoppable

Ring shots from glocks that attract cops
Around the clubs and try to shut down the
But we increase if everything is peace
Father U C 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 the way it sound then clap man
And if the women love it too well then raise hands
But raise your hands if you're sure
Punk shatter like a glass jaw, break it

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

The say
We don't 'em, alright, well okay
The today, the Wu-Tang say
Niggaz front we don't handle 'em
So we blast 'em, alright, well