Luyện nghe bài hát Living In The World Today

Yo, it out son
Yo, in the place 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 take y'all back, knowhat I'msayin?
sorcerers right here, the fathers, the cream of the crop son

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, well

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

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

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

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

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

Well, if you the way it sound then clap 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
Niggaz that front we handle 'em
So we blast 'em, alright, okay

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

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

My preliminary keep cemeteries packed
Of niggaz who think it ain't that
MC's are gunned like being run down with mad trucks
God struck, religious niggaz 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 like and ants on see-saws

I raps that attack like the Japs 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 socialize on vocal
On tracks stabbed up razor sharp knives
Criminal subliminal minded rappers it
to define it, when narrow is the gate

For fat tapes and then played out and out of
Then I my thoughts on site 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 optics received through the
Obnoxious topic, labels, flavor tropical
Punchlines, unstoppable

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

Well, if you livin' in the today
You be the slang that the Wu-Tang say
Niggaz that front we handle 'em
So we 'em, alright, well okay

Well, if you the way it sound 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

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

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