Luyện nghe bài hát World Takeover

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

You got some wanna shoot 'em on site then there's wanna *scratches*
Some wanna shoot 'em on *scratches*
Some, wanna shoot 'em on site *scratches* Some
Some wanna shoot 'em on then there's 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 hood I THOUGHT niggaz would thank me
And I could give a fuck where none of you rank me
Him, him, them, son none of 'em me
I worked hard to get here, now that I got
They want me gone, they tryna Joe like a Yankee
shots* [Is this what you want?!]

Some wanna shoot 'em on site then some wanna shank me
Put him out to dry, you got wanna hang me
Then I 'em off, or made some of 'em angry
All I did for this hood I THOUGHT would thank me
And I could a fuck bout where none 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, 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 in whatever subway your train of thought gotta run through
I'm by my lonely, so I might let the hawk
Any block, I double-park, get out and walk
And nowadays like listenin to bullshit, its obvious
Even Tyra got a talk
Left the home, took the old school pager
I wanna believe no such thing as a hater
Do something for somebody, they 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)
dudes starving, their ribs just keep touchin
My shoulder me Chicago, I keep brushing
E'ry artist ain't national
Rappers to be dicks that really vaginal
E'ry Capo out there ain't seeing
And everybody's rationale really rational (oh!)
So when I'm the 5
I rep and Jers, I don't need to be on Ocean Drive
See the tee wit my cig lit
I'm Larry Brown, New York is fucked up so they me to fix shit
When beef come I'm never tryna me a biscuit
night I'm never tryna find me a quick trick
Call me I'll tell you how stupid a get
I know they move, see me on that kid shit
They wanna harm to you
Front like they really got a with you
Like I went to the prom with you (nah!)
Fuck dude got not but to bong at you
Mans gorilla, so better have King Kong with you
He's see the lypo on him
Caravan might ride slow on him,
I let this lil red light glow on him
Hope he walk wit Geico on him, mu'fucker
Look, pardon you fags, Yea I heard of your raps
It's all wack, how you start to get
And rap shit is like reality TV
It's totally different what it's marketed as
Know the game's up, no I can't call it quits
Can't knock me down, and I fall and trip
I gotta just milk shit for all it gives
No chain on but 10
So naw fam, wanna talk or just chit-chat
Fell down the pound just from the kick back
Dudes got a problem wit me, just a snitch
Ask anybody, I'm the one to get at
Get

She so stupid, I'ma get her
some of that good phone sex shit we be
Aight, me from the mu'fuckin tippity