Luyện nghe bài hát World Takeover

[Joe
Whoever that, taking over the world would take
than 3 years
I know I shit
Matter of fact it ain't, it ain't been 3 yet
Well the takeover is
I you hear 'em coming
It like '03 yet?
You in that yet?!?!
I just like sayin shit
That just sound good
Jersey!
The king of New
World

You got some wanna shoot 'em on site then there's some *scratches*
Some wanna shoot 'em on site
Some, some wanna shoot 'em on *scratches* Some
Some wanna shoot 'em on site then some wanna shank me
Put him out to dry, you got wanna hang me
I pissed 'em off, or made some of 'em angry
All I did for this hood I THOUGHT niggaz thank me
And I could give a fuck bout where of you rank me
Him, him, them, son of 'em ain't me
I hard to get here, now that I got here
They want me gone, they tryna treat Joe like a
*gun [Is this what you want?!]

Some wanna shoot 'em on site then there's some wanna me
Put him out to dry, you got wanna hang me
Then I pissed 'em off, or made of 'em angry
All I did for this I THOUGHT niggaz would thank me
And I could give a fuck bout where of you rank me
Him, him, them, son none of 'em me
I hard to get here, now that I got here
want me gone, they tryna treat Joe like a Yankee
Mic 1,2
I say what I mean, I mean what I say I feel
Do whatever I to
Got into you can't undo
I piss in whatever subway your of thought gotta run through
I'm by my lonely, so I let the hawk show
Any block, I double-park, get out and slow
And nowadays niggaz like listenin to bullshit, its
Tyra got a talk show
Left the Sidekick home, took the old pager
I wanna there's no such thing as a hater
Do for somebody, they expect something in return
Now there's no thing as a favor
Soon as I smoking, blunts come out in flavors
I think of New Orleans when I out in gators (talk to 'em)
Some dudes starving, their ribs keep touchin
My shoulder nicknamed me Chicago, I keep
E'ry nationwide artist national
Rappers appear to be dicks that vaginal
E'ry out there ain't seeing capital
And everybody's rationale really ain't (oh!)
So I'm toting the 5
I rep Willy's and Jers, I don't need to be on Drive
See the tee wit my cig lit
I'm Larry Brown, New York is up so they signed me to fix shit
When beef come I'm never find me a biscuit
Late night I'm never find me a quick trick
me I'll tell you how stupid a bitch get
I know they every move, see me on that kid
wanna bring harm to you
Front like they really got a bond you
Like 'member I went to the prom you (nah!)
Fuck got not choice but to bong at you
ain't gorilla, so better have King Kong with you
He's see the lypo on him
Caravan might ride slow on him,
I might let this lil red glow on him
he walk round wit Geico on him, mu'fucker
Look, pardon you fags, Yea I heard part of raps
all wack, how you start to get gassed
And rap shit is like reality TV
It's totally different from what it's as
Know the game's fucked up, no I call it quits
Can't me down, and I won't fall and trip
I gotta just milk this shit for all it
No on but 10 mortgages
So naw fam, wanna talk or just chit-chat
Fell liftin the pound just from the kick back
Dudes got a problem wit me, just a that
Ask anybody, I'm the one to get at
Get

She so stupid, get her talk
some of that good phone sex we be doin
Aight, take me from the mu'fuckin