Luyện nghe bài hát Worldwide

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

With a flow that's like a or letter carrier
Rob-O brings the ghetto
Funk flavor your neighborhood, state, town, or borough
down, I don't think I'm quite thorough

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

The INI's in the
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 worldwide

Worldwide,
Worldwide,

It's the 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 that fits

I the hits that soar, I put the wreck in the raw
'94 in your local store
It's Pete and CL, the main ingredient
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 funk as I
Then God protect it, hold the mic, see I it

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

Worldwide,
Worldwide,
Worldwide,
Worldwide,

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

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

And now mandatory, you stand before me amazed and awed
Giving praise, the God
Rob born, most Mecca supreme
A fly MC with the

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

Yo, check out the rhyme buster, niggas through the wringer
I'm not a singer, as I conduct with one
It's the orchestrate, the mutilator, funktator
I've got mad from here to Asia

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