Luyện nghe bài hát Worldwide

Who keeps it methods and orthodox, who 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 plus

With a flow that's a mailman or letter carrier
Rob-O brings the ghetto
Funk flavor your neighborhood, state, town, or borough
Stay down, I don't 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 and yes y'all it
To school these dreads and stress these bald

The in the house
Pete Rock, Grap Luva, Mark, and Polo rising and you don't
We let the slide and let God be our guide
Flowing from the Vernon

Worldwide,
Worldwide,

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

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

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

To keep it crazy
But still underground, packs the four pound it's wild
In this place you'll find it 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, there's none 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 envision a on a mission, the competition
stop your wishing point blank 'cause you lost it
Your joint sank, soft style's exhausted

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

You keep it wholesome and still I a bit
I this 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 rhyme buster, pullin' niggas through the
I'm not a singer, as I with one finger
the orchestrate, the mutilator, master funktator
I've got mad flow from here to

'Cause amaze ya with the skills that I possess
out the rhymes with all the rest
So I if you're in the way step aside
'Cause Pete is coming worldwide