Luyện nghe bài hát Shaolin Worldwide

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

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

Wu tradition, Street vision, listen
All my life I've been poverty
Always took what's mines, was given
A second chance just to rap sheet a bad

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

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

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

Forever and a day, don't get it twisted
I get lifted, I just shoot somethin' hot biscuit
These kids, we can't lost, we terrorize you district
no finger 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 dough, gotta go
Some didn't 'til my gun went blow

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

Persona of one who drama
Godfather 4 saga, tuckin' a revolver in my Parker
Bombin' for departure, might 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 Shaunda Tiwana and I from blue Honda
Honorable scholar, rockwilder, rip for top dollar

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

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 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

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

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

Got the jewels as I continue
To serve you on that's on the menu
With Chef Jacob, remember Sunz Of Man
you Wake Up?

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

Rappers gettin'
For stuck up and flossy
Say it so, bust the calico
Rap from the called Stat', here we go

Nowhere to run to, nowhere to
It's them from the other side Shaolin Worldwide
Man, Homocide, nowhere 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 'til my gun went blow

respect, wantin' respect
Who's the wantin' respect?
Wantin' respect, wantin'
Wantin' respect, sharpest in the