Luyện nghe bài hát Harlem World

Shit, that makes me

Yo, we gonna bring it back, to Harlem
Bust fuckin chops
Yo, I remember when was lookin' at themselves

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

See my name is that you won't know
Unless you're down, the Brooklyn Zoo
Other brothers come but come back

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

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

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

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

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

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

Cannibal, humanoid, (Dweller)
Chud loose from the goddamn (Cellar)
Dope-fiend like dope (Dope)
Acquired Immune Deficiency

When the MC's came to live out their
Roast rhymes that was always (Lame)
When I elevated and mastered the
You was stimulated from the post (rhyme)
You got shot because you knew you rot

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

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

YOU DUCKIN' SUCKIN, MOTHERFUCKIN FAGGOT!
(Sperm, germ, slimy-worm) MAGGOT!
your rhymes all the time like a fuckin' parrot
Phony gold chains only two carats

You your friends that your home is like heaven
Livin' in the gutter, sewer seven, pipe
You wear your twelve days in a row
Turn them on the other side so the dirt show

Go to school, take a shit, don't your ass
ClaBlame it on another sucka nigga in your
YOU BATTLE?!
Is it the on your fork or the swine on your mind?
Make you rap against a brother with a weak-ass

Swine on your mind, pork on fork
Make you imitate the brother in the of New York
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, cake in the OV
Sayin', 'This is dedicated to the one I

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

Now hold up, up, hold up, hold up
What niggaz don't seem to hear
Is y'all can not 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, Monk, Buddah Monk
Yo, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack,
For the who's here and the girls who's out there
Throw your hands in the air 'cause in one is more fly, fly, fly, fly, fly, fly

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

But when it come to fuckin' you MC's