Luyện nghe bài hát Worldwide

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

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

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

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

Worldwide,
Worldwide,

It's the funk god, taking you worldwide, so it
Flowing over beats it's a must, kid
That I proceed to fix the 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 ingredient
Now leave your wack home, 'cause you won't be needing it

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

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

Worldwide,
Worldwide,
Worldwide,
Worldwide,

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

While I'm nice, as Christ, two religions
So envision a on a mission, the competition
I'll stop your point 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 the self-esteem

You keep it wholesome and still I a bit
I play shit out, now get out 'cause my wig out has to hit
I'm encouraging 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 one finger
It's the orchestrate, the mutilator, master
got mad flow from here to Asia

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