Luyện nghe bài hát Tomorrow

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tomorrow, I'ma my business
But today, I'ma this liquor
'Cause tomorrow I be a little quicker
But today I'm the same old nigga

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

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

While you're 'bout your future
Motherfucker around the corner and shoot you
Don'tcha get in neutral
Put your shit in drive, while you still 'cause

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

Tomorrow, shit never come
I it sounds strange but today is never done
I'm up in the Range the clock strikes one
While y'all sheep, I'm countin' Benja-mons

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

Hip-Hop, oh a bore
Lettin' motherfuckers run the front door
Fuck that, take it back to the streets
Don't let Viacom the heat

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

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

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