Luyện nghe bài hát Worldwide

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

With a flow that's like a mailman or carrier
Rob-O brings the area
Funk flavor through neighborhood, state, town, or borough
Stay down, I think I'm quite thorough

Not average rapper
'Cause in a sec I some shit 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 bald heads

The INI's in the
Pete Rock, Grap Luva, Mark, and Polo rising and you don't
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
over beats 'cause it's a must, kid
That I proceed to fix the in the mix
Check one two with the flow fits

I the hits that soar, I put the wreck in the raw
'94 in your local record
Pete Rock and CL, the main ingredient
Now leave your wack 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?
Then God it, hold the mic, see I select it

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

Worldwide,
Worldwide,
Worldwide,
Worldwide,

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

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

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

You keep it and still I relax a bit
I play this out, now get out 'cause my wig out has to hit
I'm steadily encouraging head 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
the orchestrate, the mutilator, master funktator
I've got mad from here to Asia

'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
Pete Rock is coming worldwide