Luyện nghe bài hát Harlem World

Shit, that me high

Yo, we gonna it back, to Harlem World
Bust your fuckin
Yo, I remember when niggaz was at themselves

See tonight is the night of all nights
Most people gather around to hear the
That is comin' your town

See my name is somethin' you won't know
Unless you're down, with the Zoo
Other brothers come but never come

So basically, what the Ol' motherfuckin Dirty is sayin'
Is if you fuck around
gonna get yo' ass fucked up
So don't fuck around, lay down

I remember, not too ago
I went to a city and I saw a Wu-Tang
Now I wanted to get with the band
But niggaz was singin' they own
Bein' in own worlds

So I guess I, I I
The terminology, the
You expect me to accept
Do I say off the TDK
With the button on record and the on (Play)

Thus I press for a serious cause
To respect an intellect this gratifying
Now that I'm ready, let the begin
As I what I wrote with my

Through the time that I spent, that I lent
Rap records up just to bounce
became a new way to get paid
They said, "Rhymin' on the mic is the one" (way)

Then a brother get the feelin' that he want to cool
You discombumberated, fool
MC, go play in the mud
Another 20th century, day

Cannibal, humanoid, (Dweller)
Chud broke from the goddamn (Cellar)
Dope-fiend addict like (Dope)
Acquired Immune Syndrome

When the came to live out their name
Roast rockin' that was always (Lame)
When I elevated and the time
You was stimulated the high post (rhyme)
You got shot because you you were rot

You're not the king of the ditch, youse a of a bitch
And like a homosexual ass always switch
Niggaz, up in the morning, you're ugly-ass guys
Got slob your mouth, green cold in your eyes

You smile, your teeth too gritty
Can't even move, too shitty
You're shaped a thistle
Got in your drawers and when you fart them shits (whistle)

YOU SUCKIN, MOTHERFUCKIN COLD-HEARTED FAGGOT!
(Sperm, germ, slimy-worm) MAGGOT!
Repeat your rhymes all the time like a parrot
Phony gold chains rated two carats

You tell your friends that your is like heaven
in the gutter, sewer seven, pipe eleven
You your socks twelve days in a row
them on the other side so the dirt won't show

Go to school, take a shit, wipe your ass
ClaBlame it on another nigga in your class
YOU BATTLE?!
Is it the pork on fork or the swine on your mind?
Make you rap a brother with a weak-ass rhyme

Swine on mind, pork on your fork
Make you imitate the brother in the state of New
on your brain that drove you insane
When you tried to claim for the and the fame

Nothing to gain, but yet and you came
the pain, as I demolish your name
Not like Betty Crocker, baking in the OV
Sayin', is dedicated to the one I love'

Not a swine or from the heavens up above
I rap, people clap, show they pistols and shove
When I rhyme I get loose, better Mother Goose
Rock the mic day and night, so you see I'm the
Like the two six eight problems, you demonstrate

Now hold up, up, hold up, hold up
What y'all don't seem to hear
Is can not fuck with me
I y'all can't fuck with me

I wanna a shout out to my nigga door, door, door, door, door
Buddah Monk, Buddah Monk, Buddah
Yo, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack,
For the niggaz who's and the girls who's out there
Throw your in the air 'cause in this one is more fly, fly, fly, fly, fly, fly

Get ass in the house
Get your ass in the house, boy, I you
Get ass in the house, get, get, in the god damn house, boy
Last time I'm gonna talk to you you hard-headed motherfucker

But it come to fuckin' with you MC's