Luyện nghe bài hát Tomorrow

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

'Cause tomorrow shit never come
I worry 'bout today and this decay
I worry 'bout Hip-Hop, 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 dumb as OJ, off a

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

'Cause he got to eat, ain't nothin'
Get ass beat by Erykah Badu
you wanna steal this good music
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 better all day, ride all night
Don't you 'bout tomorrow

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hip-Hop, oh what a
Lettin' college motherfuckers run the front
Fuck that, take it back to the streets
Don't let dictate the heat

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

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

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