Luyện nghe bài hát Worldwide

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

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

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

The in the house
Pete Rock, Grap Luva, Mark, and Polo rising and you stop
We let the funk and let God be our guide
Flowing the Vernon worldwide

Worldwide,
Worldwide,

the funk god, taking you worldwide, so bust it
Flowing beats 'cause it's a must, kid
That I proceed to fix the 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 record
It's Pete and CL, the main ingredient
Now leave your wack style home, 'cause you be needing it

I grab the mic and get wreck for
You hear me on the wax, kid, you see me on the
Can you feel the funk as I
Then God protect it, hold the mic, see I it

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

Worldwide,
Worldwide,
Worldwide,
Worldwide,

Now who's the greatest? Few debate this, you're 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

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

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

You keep it wholesome and still I 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, check out the rhyme buster, pullin' through the wringer
I'm not a singer, as I with one finger
It's the orchestrate, the mutilator, funktator
got mad flow from here to Asia

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