Luyện nghe bài hát Shaolin Worldwide

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

Who's the knucklehead wantin'
Who the fuck are you to 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 stricken
took what's mines, never was given
A second chance to rap sheet a bad decision

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

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

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

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

Nowhere to run to, to hide
It's them kids from the other side Shaolin
Street Life, 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 ain't dough, go
didn't listen 'til my gun went blow

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

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

Sure shotter, I the rock to your starter
Poison darter, news 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 steam
The Rebel of opera, off the chocolate 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 don't blow, go
Fo' sho', if it dough, gotta go
didn't listen 'til my gun went blow

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

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

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

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

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

Nowhere to run to, to hide
It's them kids 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 blow, gotta go
Fo' sho', if it ain't dough, go
didn't listen 'til my gun went blow

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