Luyện nghe bài hát Tomorrow

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

'Cause that shit never come
I worry 'bout and this urban decay
I worry 'bout Hip-Hop, did it flip-flop?
Get and turn into gridlock

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

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

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

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

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

You know that is still a day away
Do yo' thang baby, put life on layaway
'Cause 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, be honest
Actin' a hoe, you're not an angel

While daydreamin 'bout your future
Motherfucker come around the corner and you
get stuck in neutral
Put your in drive, while you still alive 'cause

Tomorrow, don't you 'bout tomorrow
That shit come
This is very hard to
Get ass up, man
Keep your hand up on that
I'ma all day, ride all night
Don't you worry tomorrow

Tomorrow, shit never come
I know it sounds strange but 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 at the break of the sun
President of the Nation
We go to war, we go to the store
We rob from the and give to the poor

Hip-Hop, oh what a
college motherfuckers run the front door
Fuck that, let's take it to the streets
let Viacom dictate the heat

The nerve of them, I never of them
Askin' me about my urban
And if I got about a of them
I'm a MC accordin' to them, fuck that

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

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