Luyện nghe bài hát Tomorrow

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

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

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

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

'Cause he got to eat, nothin' taboo
Get your ass beat by Badu
you wanna steal this good music
Put me out of business, now you it

Tomorrow, don't you 'bout tomorrow
That shit come
This is hard to swallow
Get ass up, man
Keep hand up on that throttle
You better ride all day, ride all
Don't you 'bout tomorrow

Tomorrow, I'ma my business
But today, I'ma drink liquor
'Cause tomorrow I 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 life on layaway
'Cause everybody is
Boy, don't you that 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 daydreamin 'bout future
Motherfucker around the corner and shoot you
Don'tcha get stuck in
Put your shit in drive, while you still 'cause

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

Tomorrow, that never come
I know it strange but today is never done
I'm up in the Range when the strikes one
While countin sheep, I'm countin' Benja-mons

Up on my feet at the of the sun
President of the Gangster
We go to war, we go to the store
We rob from the and give to the poor

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

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

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

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