Luyện nghe bài hát Tomorrow

All hail to the West coast, I am the wizard
The West coast warlord and the future is

'Cause tomorrow that shit never
I worry 'bout today and urban decay
I 'bout Hip-Hop, when did it flip-flop?
Get whack and turn gridlock

I know, is it a government plot?
I don't give a whether you love it or not
That's all we got and if you throw it
You as OJ, off a for-tay

In Izod, this the rap God
What'chu put up in your iPod?
Downloader, what'chu do
When your favorite MC got to sue

'Cause he got to eat, ain't taboo
Get your ass beat by Erykah
you wanna steal this good music
Put me out of business, now you it

Tomorrow, don't you worry tomorrow
That shit never
This is very to swallow
Get ass up, man
Keep hand up on that throttle
You better ride all day, ride all
Don't you 'bout tomorrow

Tomorrow, I'ma handle my
But today, drink this liquor
'Cause tomorrow I might be a quicker
But I'm just the same old nigga

You that shit is still a day away
Do yo' thang baby, put your life on
everybody is Nostradamus
Boy, don't you that tomorrow ain't promised?

To all the mamas
Don't do a like Isiah Thomas
If you a bitch, please be
like a hoe, you're not an angel

While you're daydreamin 'bout future
Motherfucker come around the corner and you
Don'tcha get stuck in
Put your shit in drive, while you still alive

Tomorrow, don't you worry tomorrow
That never come
This is very hard to
Get ass up, man
Keep your up on that throttle
I'ma ride all day, ride all
you worry 'bout tomorrow

Tomorrow, that never come
I know it sounds but today is never done
I'm up in the when the clock strikes one
y'all countin sheep, I'm countin' Benja-mons

Up on my feet at the of the sun
President of the Nation
We don't go to war, we go to the
We rob from the rich and to the poor

Hip-Hop, oh a bore
Lettin' college motherfuckers run the front
Fuck that, let's it back to the streets
let Viacom dictate the heat

The nerve of them, I heard of them
Askin' me about my urban
And if I got about a thousand of
I'm a great MC accordin' to them, that

Tomorrow, don't you worry 'bout
shit never come
This is very to swallow
Get ass up, man
your hand up on that throttle
We're gon' all night, ride all night
Don't you worry 'bout

(All hail to the West coast, I am the wizard)
is very hard to swallow
(The coast warlord, the future is today)
Keep your up on that throttle
(Get your grind on, mayne, get grind on, mayne)
(Get grind on)
you worry 'bout tomorrow