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

I don't know, is it a plot?
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 your favorite MC got to sue

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tomorrow, that shit never
I it sounds strange but today is never done
I'm up in the when the clock strikes one
While y'all countin sheep, I'm countin'

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

Hip-Hop, oh what a
Lettin' college motherfuckers run the door
Fuck that, take 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 of them
I'm a great MC accordin' to them, that

Tomorrow, don't you 'bout tomorrow
That shit come
This is very hard to
Get ass up, man
Keep your up on that throttle
We're ride all night, ride all night
you worry 'bout tomorrow

(All to the West coast, I am the grand wizard)
This is very to swallow
(The coast warlord, the future is today)
your hand up on that throttle
(Get grind on, mayne, get your grind on, mayne)
(Get grind on)
Don't you 'bout tomorrow