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 of dawn, you wanna battle, pay the price
Mathematically precise, and plus nice

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

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

The INI's in the
Pete Rock, Grap Luva, Mark, and Polo rising and you stop
We let the slide and let God be our guide
from the Vernon worldwide

Worldwide,
Worldwide,

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

I make the hits soar, I put the wreck in the raw
'94 in your local store
It's Pete Rock and CL, the 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, the mic, see I select it

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

Worldwide,
Worldwide,
Worldwide,
Worldwide,

Now who's the 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 your talent's a

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

And now mandatory, you stand before me amazed and awed
praise, you're the God
Rob cipher's born, most Mecca
A fly MC with the

You it wholesome and still I relax a bit
I play this out, now get out 'cause 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, pullin' niggas the wringer
I'm not a singer, as I conduct with one
It's the orchestrate, the mutilator, master
I've got mad flow from to Asia

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