Luyện nghe bài hát Living in The World Today

Well if you livin in the world
You be hearing the slang that the say
Niggas that front we don't em
So we em, alright, well OK

Well if you like the way it sound clap man
And if the women love it too well then raise your
But only raise your if you're sure
Punk niggas shatter like a jaw, break it

My rhyme gross vehicle combination
Was too heavy for the Chevy's is out the station
Double-edged was the guillotine beheaded it
up, fuckin with some regular unleaded shit
Heads roll on behind ropes that
Bind-in, X the spot on the scope
Heavily military is necessary, it's a gamble
MC's bet they best at
parable ditties might harm
If tampered with, set off and like pipe bombs
Flashbacks to the Duel of the Mic
Look out for these fatal spikes, of massive
Sleep-holds, put strangle on angle
Microphone cords tangled being Star Spangled
Now who could ever say heard of this?
My motherfuckin style is mad

Well if you like the way it then clap man
And if the women love it too well then your hands
But only raise hands if you're sure
Punk shatter like a glass jaw, break it

Well if you livin in the today
You be hearing the that the Wu-Tang say
Niggas that front we have em
So we blast em, alright, OK

Well you know about MCin?
Yo, I a lot
Well can you somethin nigga?
Huh, I'd not
I'm talkin bout stacks
Nigga that's I got
Cash the world
Cash Rules the spot

My attack keep cemetaries packed
Of niggas who think it like that
MC's are gunned down like being run down with mad
God struck, religious niggas call it bad luck
Rap celeb, you got up in the web
Now bees are stingin, yo that em-singin
I'm swingin swords strictly based on keyboards
Unbalanced like elephants and on see-saws
I throw raps that attack the Japs on Pearl Harbor
MC's be out like robbers
the scene, to be a sole survivor
DJ the getaway
Tried to dip but he dive I socialize on vocal
On tracks stabbed up razor sharp knives
Criminal subliminal rappers find it
Hard to define it, narrow is the gate
For fat tapes and then out and out of date
Then I construct my thoughts on to renovate
And from that point, the God made a
Draftin tracements, in basements
Materials in sheet-rock, to sound the beat box
And optics received through the boxes
Obnoxious topic, labels, flavor tropical
Punchlines, unstoppable
Ring like shots from Glocks that cops
Around the clubs and try to shut down the
But we only increase if everything is
Father U C the police

if you livin in the world today
You be the slang that the Wu-Tang say
that front we don't have em
So we em, alright, well OK

if you like the way it sound then clap man
And if the women it too well then raise your hands
But only your hands if you're sure
Punk niggas shatter like a jaw, break it