Luyện nghe bài hát Worldwide

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

With a flow that's like a or letter carrier
brings the ghetto area
Funk flavor through neighborhood, state, town, or borough
Stay down, I think I'm quite thorough

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

The INI's in the
Pete Rock, Grap Luva, Mark, and Polo and you don't stop
We let the funk and let God be our guide
Flowing from the worldwide

Worldwide,
Worldwide,

It's the funk god, taking you worldwide, so it
Flowing over beats it's a must, kid
I proceed to fix the hardcore in the mix
Check one two with the flow fits

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

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

To keep it versatile
But underground, packs the four pound 'cause it's wild
In this place find it hard to hide
Brother and I'm going worldwide

Worldwide,
Worldwide,
Worldwide,
Worldwide,

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

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

And now it's mandatory, you stand before me and awed
Giving praise, the God
Rob born, most Mecca supreme
A fly MC the self-esteem

You it wholesome and still I relax a bit
I this shit out, now get out 'cause my wig out has to hit
I'm steadily encouraging head bops while 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, funktator
got mad flow from here to Asia

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