Luyện nghe bài hát Worldwide

Who keeps it and orthodox, who caught 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 plus

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

Not your rapper
'Cause in a sec I write shit to blast 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 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 the Vernon worldwide

Worldwide,
Worldwide,

It's the funk god, taking you worldwide, so it
Flowing over 'cause 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 that soar, I put the in the raw
'94 in your local store
It's Rock and CL, the main 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 it, hold the mic, see I select it

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

Worldwide,
Worldwide,
Worldwide,
Worldwide,

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

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

And now it's mandatory, you stand me amazed and awed
Giving praise, the God
Rob cipher's born, most Mecca
A fly MC the self-esteem

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 bops while you're scurrying to get
I'm

Yo, out the rhyme 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

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