Luyện nghe bài hát Worldwide

Who it methods and orthodox, who caught the props
styles are shit, who's gonna rock?
On to the of dawn, you wanna battle, pay the price
Mathematically precise, smooth and nice

With a flow that's a mailman or letter carrier
Rob-O brings the area
Funk flavor through your neighborhood, state, town, or
Stay down, I think I'm quite thorough

Not your average
'Cause in a sec I write some to blast your wack ass to Mecca
See Rob's the most Mecca to grab the microphone and yes it
To school these dreads and stress these heads

The INI's in the
Pete Rock, Grap Luva, Mark, and Polo rising and you stop
We let the funk and let God be our guide
Flowing from the Vernon

Worldwide,
Worldwide,

the funk god, taking you worldwide, so bust it
Flowing over beats 'cause a must, kid
That I to fix the hardcore in the mix
Check one two with the flow that

I make the hits that soar, I put the in the raw
'94 in local record store
It's Pete Rock and CL, the ingredient
Now leave your wack style home, you won't be needing it

I grab the mic and get for real
You me on the wax, kid, you see me on the steel
Can you feel the funk as I
God protect it, hold the mic, see I select it

To keep it crazy
But still underground, packs the pound 'cause it's wild
In this place you'll find it to hide
Soul Brother and I'm going

Worldwide,
Worldwide,
Worldwide,
Worldwide,

Now who's the Few debate this, you're still figuring?
Well, the thought, there's none bigger in
This act son, is all I attract
You're wack, son, yeah talent's a fraction

I'm nice, as Christ, there's two religions
So a messiah on a mission, the competition
stop your wishing point blank 'cause you lost it
Your joint sank, your soft style's

And now it's mandatory, you before me amazed and awed
praise, you're the God
Rob cipher's born, most Mecca
A fly MC with the

You keep it and still I relax a bit
I play this shit out, now get out my wig out has to hit
I'm steadily encouraging head bops you're scurrying to get props
I'm

Yo, out the rhyme buster, pullin' niggas through the wringer
I'm not a singer, as I with one finger
It's the orchestrate, the mutilator, master
I've got mad flow here to Asia

'Cause I'll ya with the skills that I possess
Knock out the with all the rest
So I if you're in the way step aside
'Cause Pete Rock is worldwide