Luyện nghe bài hát Worldwide

Who keeps it and orthodox, who caught the props
Who's styles are shit, who's 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 the ghetto area
Funk flavor through your neighborhood, state, town, or
Stay down, I don't think I'm quite

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

The INI's in the
Pete Rock, Grap Luva, Mark, and Polo and you don't stop
We let the funk and let God be our guide
from the Vernon worldwide

Worldwide,
Worldwide,

It's the funk god, you worldwide, so bust it
Flowing over beats it's a must, kid
That I to fix the hardcore in the mix
one two with the flow that fits

I make the that soar, I put the wreck in the raw
'94 in your local store
It's Rock and CL, the main ingredient
Now leave your wack style home, 'cause you won't be 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 as I inject?
God protect it, hold the mic, see I select it

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

Worldwide,
Worldwide,
Worldwide,
Worldwide,

Now who's the Few debate this, you're still figuring?
Well, perish the thought, there's 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 point blank 'cause you lost it
joint sank, your 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 Mecca
A fly MC with the

You keep it wholesome and I relax a bit
I play this shit out, now get out 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, pullin' through the wringer
I'm not a singer, as I with one finger
the orchestrate, the mutilator, master funktator
I've got mad flow here to Asia

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