Luyện nghe bài hát Tomorrow

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

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

I don't know, is it a plot?
I don't give a fuck you love 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 put up in your iPod?
Downloader, what'chu do
When your MC got to sue you?

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

Tomorrow, you worry 'bout tomorrow
That shit never
This is very hard to
Get ass up, man
your hand up on that throttle
You ride all day, ride all night
you worry 'bout tomorrow

Tomorrow, I'ma my business
But today, I'ma drink liquor
'Cause I might be a little quicker
But today I'm just the same old

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

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

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

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

Tomorrow, that never come
I it sounds strange but today is never done
I'm up in the Range when the clock one
While y'all countin sheep, I'm 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 the rich and give to the poor

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

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

Tomorrow, don't you 'bout tomorrow
That shit come
This is very to swallow
Get ass up, man
your hand up on that throttle
We're gon' ride all night, all night
you worry '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 on, mayne, get your grind on, mayne)
(Get grind on)
Don't you 'bout tomorrow