Luyện nghe bài hát Worldwide

Who it methods and orthodox, who caught the props
Who's styles are shit, who's gonna
On to the break of dawn, you wanna battle, pay the
Mathematically precise, smooth and plus

With a flow that's like a or letter carrier
Rob-O brings the area
Funk flavor through neighborhood, state, town, or borough
Stay down, I don't think I'm thorough

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

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

Worldwide,
Worldwide,

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

I make the hits soar, I put the wreck in the raw
'94 in your local store
It's Pete Rock and CL, the main
Now leave your wack 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 it crazy versatile
But underground, packs the four pound 'cause it's wild
In this place you'll find it to hide
Soul Brother and I'm worldwide

Worldwide,
Worldwide,
Worldwide,
Worldwide,

Now the greatest? Few debate this, you're still figuring?
Well, perish the thought, none bigger in
act son, Mecca is all I attract
You're wack, son, yeah your talent's a

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

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

You it wholesome and still I relax a bit
I play this shit out, now get out my wig out has to hit
I'm steadily 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
It's the orchestrate, the mutilator, master
I've got mad flow here to Asia

'Cause amaze ya with the skills that I possess
out the rhymes with all the rest
So I suggest if you're in the way aside
'Cause Pete Rock is worldwide