Luyện nghe bài hát Worldwide

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

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

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

The INI's in the
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,

It's the god, taking you worldwide, so bust it
Flowing over 'cause it's a must, kid
That I proceed to fix the in the mix
Check one two with the flow fits

I make the hits soar, I put the wreck in the raw
'94 in local record store
It's Pete Rock and CL, the main
Now leave your wack 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 the funk as I inject?
Then God protect it, the mic, see I select it

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

Worldwide,
Worldwide,
Worldwide,
Worldwide,

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

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

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

You keep it wholesome and I relax a bit
I play shit 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, pullin' niggas through the
I'm not a singer, as I conduct with one
It's the orchestrate, the mutilator, master
I've got mad flow from here to

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