Luyện nghe bài hát Worldwide

Verse 1:
You better hope I'm chained up, with a yard
I'll snatch you by the neck, bide you a tech
fools when I disconnect, make you sweat
Shit pants, get in yuor step on my advance
Catch a glance of the brother who carries
Your and buries two more lyrics in styles varied
Fool You ain't got nothin' to say
I backin' up east side LA, all day
Blowin' up the techs, the best flex
Havin' the best sex, in Wessex
The hardcore shit, I know you it raw
'Cause ain't no Dog breakin' the last straw

(2x): B-Real
You better bounce, nigga, an ounce, nigga
'Cause you rollin' the Hill and what counts is uh,
Can you with us? You wanna bang with us?
Hill, worldwide, Los Angeles

Verse 2:
I don't bark, I just bite, mangle and niggas up
Check your strap, they us and pick us up
Fool, now you tremblin', I give you three
To break out before you a dead man
A hole through headband
My gat's in my right hand, my in my left hand, punk
Cypress worldwide, you just a local
anger me, or you can hear it in my vocal
You don't want that on my hip
To deal out, the dug a fat lip
I'm at the room soon to the boom
with your head like the 'shroom you consume

3
(BR) Bitches, you're all thick-eyed, a ride
I money-money, make dummies all night
Use the mic, the mic, we choos the mic
When you niggas go off and lose the mic
(SD) We choose a life right, we roll crew tight
See the light at the end of a tunnel - a gat
Wettin' up flyest apparel, a cane ray
You forget me and I'll be back to refresh fuckin' memory
Remember me now, Cypress soldier
Up and down the boulevard, big folder
You bring descript sequence with no
The defense hittin' the bones while you sleepin'