Luyện nghe bài hát Shaolin Worldwide

Who's the wantin' respect?
Wantin' respect, wantin'
doubt the Life
Who's the wantin' respect?

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

Wu tradition, Street vision, listen
All my life I've been poverty
Always took mines, never was given
A second just to rap sheet a bad decision

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sure shotter, I the rock to your starter
darter, news photographers document the horror
While I bounce Shaunda with and I from blue Honda
Honorable scholar, rockwilder, rip for top dollar

Your highness, the crowd
Got your rock, feel the brain trauma
sponsor, hotter than Bahama steam saunas
The of opera, popped off the chocolate and the Gosha
truck crush you impostors

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

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

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

villains, rats be killin' instrumentals
They catch fillin' and slap a out ya dental
Underground, sound, for residentials
Up shit's creek lookin' for more shit to get into

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

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

Rappers gettin'
For actin' up and flossy
Say it ain't so, bust the
Rap from the called Stat', here we go

Nowhere to run to, nowhere to
It's them kids from the other side 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 blow, gotta go
Fo' sho', if it ain't dough, go
Some didn't listen 'til my gun blow

Wantin' respect, respect
Who's the knucklehead wantin'
Wantin' respect, wantin'
respect, sharpest niggas in the