Luyện nghe bài hát Shaolin Worldwide

Who's the wantin' respect?
respect, wantin' respect
Never doubt the
Who's the knucklehead wantin'

Who's the knucklehead respect?
Who the fuck are you to me?
Yo, I slap, yo, I dick ta ya wifey
Yo, respect, that's my

Wu tradition, Street vision, listen
All my I've been poverty stricken
Always took what's mines, never was
A chance just to rap sheet a bad decision

You can't knock the hustle or the life I'm livin'
to slip the clip in, blow you out position
Street jurisdiction, nigga, no
Concrete for emcee's in submission

Special crash, course mission
Push through like the task to crush all competition
See you a distance, dry snitchin', whisperin'
To your man posted up two little bitches

When you get the heart, live or catch stitches
Or find yourself Del, sleepin' with the fishes
I got no love for fans fake ass niggas
I can't stand the bid that's all in my business

Forever and a day, don't get it twisted
I get lifted, I just shoot somethin' from hot
These street kids, we can't lost, we terrorize you
Leave no prints and no survivin' witness

Nowhere to run to, nowhere to
It's them kids from the other Shaolin Worldwide
Street Life, Homocide, to run to
to hide, boo, we P.L.O.

Fo' sho', if it flow, gotta go
Fo' sho', if it blow, gotta go
Fo' sho', if it ain't dough, go
Some didn't listen 'til my gun blow

Yo, thoughts sharper than a Kitana
coma, piranhas crack teeth on my armor
Scandalous, I ran contra-bomber, stalker rebels of Rwanda
Death dishonor, snake charmer

Persona of one who drama
4 type saga, tuckin' a revolver in my Parker
Bombin' unprepared for departure, talk but strike harder
the bow of the silent archer

Sure shotter, I the rock to your starter
Poison darter, photographers document the horror
While I bounce with Tiwana and I from blue Honda
Honorable scholar, rockwilder, rip mic's for top

Your highness, the crowd
Got your head rock, feel the trauma
Crowd sponsor, than Bahama steam saunas
The Rebel of opera, popped off the and the Gosha
Monster truck you impostors

to run to, nowhere to hide
It's them kids from the side Shaolin Worldwide
I.N.S., Homocide, to run to
to hide, boo, we P.L.O.

Fo' sho', if it flow, gotta go
Fo' sho', if it blow, gotta go
Fo' sho', if it dough, gotta go
Some didn't listen 'til my gun blow

I'm the four mic emcee with five mic
Overlooked 'cuz y'all can't what I been through
You got to love me or even pretend to
Actin' like the street, they got no street credentials

Track villains, be killin' instrumentals
They fillin' and slap a feelin' out ya dental
Underground, sound, for ghetto
Up shit's lookin' for some more shit to get into

Got the Clan jewels as I
To serve you on that's on the menu
Chef John Jacob, remember Sunz Of Man
Told you Up?

My nigga smell the coffee, I'm too hardcore to softly
Come to free the and get the bullshit up off me
The Jedi, only use The if ya force me
Shaolin Don't get it fucked up and cross me

Rappers stuck
For actin' stuck up and
Say it ain't so, the calico
Rap from the Island called Stat', we go

Nowhere to run to, to hide
them kids from the other side Shaolin Worldwide
Method Man, Homocide, to run to
to hide, boo, we P.L.O.

Fo' sho', if it don't flow, go
Fo' sho', if it don't blow, go
Fo' sho', if it dough, gotta go
Some didn't 'til my gun went blow

Wantin' respect, wantin'
the knucklehead wantin' respect?
Wantin' respect, respect
Wantin' respect, niggas in the