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 through your neighborhood, state, town, or
Stay down, I think I'm quite thorough

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

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

Worldwide,
Worldwide,

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

I make the that soar, I put the wreck in the raw
'94 in your local store
It's Rock and CL, the main ingredient
Now leave your 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 the funk as I inject?
God protect it, hold the mic, see I select it

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

Worldwide,
Worldwide,
Worldwide,
Worldwide,

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

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

And now it's mandatory, you stand before me and awed
praise, you're 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 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, funktator
I've got mad flow here to Asia

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