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 out to the Ranch Crew from 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 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, if you like the way it sound clap man
And if the women love it too well raise your hands
But only raise your hands if you're
Punk niggaz like a glass jaw, break it

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

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

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

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

Well, if you like the way it sound then man
And if the women love it too well then your hands
But raise your hands if you're sure
Punk shatter like a glass 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 blast 'em, alright, well

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

I'm talkin' stacks cousin
Nigga what I got
Rules the world
Well, Rules the spot

My attack keep cemeteries packed
Of niggaz who think it like that
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 swingin' swords strictly based on keyboards
Unbalanced like elephants and ants on

I throw raps that attack like the on Pearl Harbor
MC's be out like bank
Fleeing the scene, to be a sole
DJ the driver

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

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

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

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

Well, if you in the world today
You be hearin' the 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 clap man
And if the women love it too well then raise hands
But only raise your hands if you're
Punk niggaz like a glass jaw, break it

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

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