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 a mailman or letter carrier
Rob-O the ghetto area
Funk flavor through neighborhood, state, town, or borough
down, I don't think I'm quite thorough

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

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 worldwide

Worldwide,
Worldwide,

It's the funk god, 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 with the that 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 style home, 'cause you won't be needing it

I the mic and get wreck for real
You hear me on the wax, kid, you see me on the
Can you feel the as I inject?
Then God it, hold the mic, see I select it

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

Worldwide,
Worldwide,
Worldwide,
Worldwide,

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

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

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 it wholesome and still I relax a bit
I this 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, funktator
I've got mad flow from to Asia

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