Luyện nghe bài hát Worldwide

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

a flow that's like a mailman or letter carrier
Rob-O brings the 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 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 bald 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
from the Vernon worldwide

Worldwide,
Worldwide,

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

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

I grab the mic and get wreck for
You hear me on the wax, kid, you see me on the
Can you the funk 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 you'll it hard to hide
Soul Brother and I'm worldwide

Worldwide,
Worldwide,
Worldwide,
Worldwide,

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

While I'm nice, as Christ, two religions
So envision a messiah on a mission, the
I'll stop your wishing blank 'cause you lost 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 with the

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

Yo, check out the 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 amaze ya with the skills I possess
Knock out the rhymes with all the
So I if you're in the way step aside
'Cause Pete Rock is coming