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 know you hear 'em
It like '03 yet?
You in that yet?!?!
I just like sayin shit
That shit just sound
Jersey!
The king of New
Takeover

You got some wanna shoot 'em on site then some wanna *scratches*
Some wanna shoot 'em on *scratches*
Some, some wanna shoot 'em on site Some
Some shoot 'em on site then there's some wanna shank me
Put him out to dry, you got some wanna me
Then I pissed 'em off, or made some of 'em
All I did for hood I THOUGHT 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 hard to get here, now that I got here
They want me gone, tryna treat Joe like a Yankee
*gun shots* [Is 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 pissed 'em off, or made some of 'em
All I did for this hood I THOUGHT niggaz would me
And I could a fuck bout where none of you rank me
Him, him, them, son of 'em ain't me
I worked hard to get here, now that I got
They want me gone, they treat Joe like a Yankee
Mic 1,2
I say what I mean, I mean what I say I feel
Do I want to
Got into you can't undo
I piss in whatever subway your train of thought gotta run
I'm by my lonely, so I might let the hawk
Any block, I double-park, get out and slow
And nowadays niggaz like to bullshit, its obvious
Even Tyra got a show
Left the Sidekick home, took the old school
I wanna believe there's no such thing as a
Do something for somebody, they expect in return
Now there's no such as a favor
Soon as I stop smoking, blunts 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 nicknamed me Chicago, I keep
nationwide artist ain't national
Rappers appear to be dicks really 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 and Jers, I don't need to be on Ocean Drive
See the tee wit my cig lit
I'm Brown, New York is fucked up so they signed me to fix shit
When beef come I'm tryna find me a biscuit
Late night I'm tryna find me a quick trick
Call me I'll you how stupid a bitch get
I know every move, see me on that kid shit
wanna bring harm to you
Front like they got a bond with you
Like 'member I to the prom with you (nah!)
Fuck got not choice but to bong at you
Mans ain't gorilla, so better have Kong with you
He's see the lypo on him
might ride slow on him, mu'fucker
I might let this lil red glow on him
Hope he walk round wit on him, mu'fucker
Look, pardon you fags, Yea I heard part of raps
It's all wack, how you to get gassed
And rap shit is like reality TV
It's totally different from what marketed as
Know the game's fucked up, no I can't it quits
Can't me down, and I won't fall and trip
I gotta just this shit for all it gives
No on but 10 mortgages
So naw fam, don't talk or just chit-chat
Fell liftin the pound just from the kick back
got a problem wit me, just a snitch that
Ask anybody, I'm the one to get at
Get

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