Luyện nghe bài hát World Takeover

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

You got some wanna shoot 'em on site there's some wanna *scratches*
wanna shoot 'em on site *scratches*
Some, some wanna shoot 'em on site *scratches*
Some wanna shoot 'em on site there's some wanna shank me
Put him out to dry, you got some hang me
Then I pissed 'em off, or some of 'em angry
All I did for this hood I niggaz would thank me
And I could give a fuck bout where none of you me
Him, him, them, son of 'em ain't me
I worked hard to get here, now I got here
They want me gone, they tryna Joe like a Yankee
*gun [Is this what you want?!]

wanna shoot 'em on site then there's some wanna shank me
Put him out to dry, you got some hang me
Then I 'em off, or made some of 'em angry
All I did for this hood I niggaz would thank me
And I give a fuck bout where none of you rank me
Him, him, them, son none of 'em me
I worked to get here, now that I got here
They want me gone, they tryna treat Joe like a
Mic 1,2
I say I mean, I mean what I say what I feel
Do I want to
Got into something you can't
I piss in whatever subway your train of gotta run through
I'm by my lonely, so I let the hawk show
Any block, I double-park, get out and slow
And niggaz like listenin to bullshit, its obvious
Even Tyra got a talk
Left the Sidekick home, took the old pager
I wanna believe there's no such thing as a
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 step out in (talk to 'em)
Some dudes starving, their just keep touchin
My shoulder me Chicago, I keep brushing
E'ry artist ain't national
Rappers appear to be dicks really vaginal
Capo out there ain't seeing capital
And rationale really ain't rational (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 fucked up so they signed me to fix
When come I'm never tryna find me a biscuit
night I'm never tryna find me a quick trick
Call me I'll tell you how a bitch get
I they every move, see me on that kid shit
They bring harm to you
Front like really got a bond with you
Like I went to the prom with you (nah!)
Fuck got not choice but to bong at you
Mans ain't gorilla, so better King Kong with you
He's bitch see the on him
Caravan ride slow on him, mu'fucker
I let this lil red light glow on him
Hope he walk round wit Geico on him,
Look, pardon you fags, Yea I part of your raps
all wack, how you start to get gassed
And rap shit is like reality TV
It's totally different from it's marketed as
Know the game's fucked up, no I can't it quits
Can't knock me down, and I won't fall and
I just milk this shit for all it gives
No chain on but 10
So naw fam, don't 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
of that good phone sex shit we be doin
Aight, take me the mu'fuckin tippity