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 wanna battle, pay the
Mathematically precise, smooth and plus

With a that's like a mailman or letter carrier
Rob-O the ghetto area
flavor through your neighborhood, state, town, or borough
Stay down, I think I'm quite thorough

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

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

Worldwide,
Worldwide,

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

I make the that soar, I put the wreck in the raw
'94 in local record store
It's Pete Rock and CL, the main
Now leave your style home, 'cause you won't be needing it

I grab the mic and get wreck for
You hear me on the wax, kid, you see me on the
Can you feel the as I inject?
Then God protect it, hold the mic, see I it

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

Worldwide,
Worldwide,
Worldwide,
Worldwide,

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

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

And now it's mandatory, you stand before me and awed
Giving praise, the God
Rob cipher's born, most Mecca
A fly MC the self-esteem

You keep it wholesome and I relax a bit
I play this out, now get out 'cause my wig out has to hit
I'm steadily encouraging head bops while you're scurrying to get
I'm

Yo, out the rhyme buster, pullin' niggas through the wringer
I'm not a singer, as I conduct one finger
the orchestrate, the mutilator, master funktator
I've got mad flow here to Asia

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