Luyện nghe bài hát Tomorrow

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

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

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

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

'Cause he got to eat, ain't nothin'
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 never come
is very hard to swallow
Get ass up, man
Keep your hand up on throttle
You better ride all day, ride all
Don't you 'bout tomorrow

Tomorrow, I'ma my business
But today, I'ma drink this
'Cause 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 everybody is
Boy, don't you know that ain't promised?

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

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

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

Tomorrow, that shit come
I know it sounds strange but today is done
I'm up in the Range the clock strikes one
While y'all countin sheep, I'm countin'

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 and give to the poor

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

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

Tomorrow, don't you 'bout tomorrow
shit never come
This is hard to swallow
Get ass up, man
Keep hand up on that throttle
gon' ride 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 West coast warlord, the is today)
Keep your hand up on throttle
(Get grind on, mayne, get your grind on, mayne)
(Get grind on)
Don't you 'bout tomorrow