Luyện nghe bài hát After The Smoke is Clear

(after the is done) yo
Yeah (wu-tang you'll find is number one) yeah, what, what, who wanna do it,
(number one)
Slap fire outcha ass niggas
(after the is done) word up, big dick, motherfucking house
Whaddup, bench press these
(tang-o-phonics one) yo

[ghostface

Yo, god, show niggas how we get deep, down, and dirty
Like Keyon, got his wig back,

Yo they hit
Placed on my head, should the God do?
Max out in and do business with the Jews
that
Don't never look at me sync
The imperial, king got weight
Don't a fuck
Like the part, we watch heart to heart
They used to push me in shopping
Now I'm writing like Ebenezer
The teaser
Sayin' like Sheeba
mexico rapper filing the
My team got like six flags, plus the wu lab
Cameras in bedrooms we own tags
Don't touch
Cracklin hot
I snap ya shoulder in half,
Laugh, and pop
Reader's digest, passed my to l. ron hubbard
Got bagged that the world tried to dub it
But devils it
Movie trap cover the tracks
Like
Sharper than cuts on hardly scratched supreme clientel
My
Willie passed,
Shit his piece, the nobel?
Oh, well,
off as usual,
The arsonist, niggas lost in the stairwell

Break: ghostface killah, the ()

(tang-o-phonics one) yeah, yo, yo
Represent my stapelton (after the smoke is done)
He represent that project hill (tang-o-phonics number one)
You represent project murder west brighton now born
Arm bangin that will (ahhhhh)
Word up, (after the smoke is clear) yeah, what,
(tang-o-phonics and wu-tang here)
Park hill, up, yeah, yeah, new york

The greatest ever told by me, precisely
numeral I be
Plus three me
My son like the toad
Get
Speak in
Throw a fiend in the sleeper
Got beef the cold
Met my
Go half on this lamp down in
Flippin a mex tab
Get like an a-rab
The niggas snapped
Six legs on the
Now, hush, who wanna do
My better bust

[the

Underprivileged,
Grew up in a house village,
blood flood the water in the streets like oil spilage
When the water was (tang-o-phonics number one)
I spot a borough
A was still flowin,
Voice was
I rise high an opera's
Procter wouldn't
The sample, it her
My run wilder than shaka zulu
Some play peace like the guru
Others to be wise and old like desmond dutchu
champion
Bell
Shape and us
controler of the moon
I, solar and
I blow half through my nasal
Bust my ways with thirty
Wu-tang wasn't for like
Cannibals raidin

Outro: the

the smoke is done
Wu-tang-o-phonics one
After the smoke is
number one
After the smoke is
and wu-tang still here
After the smoke is
Wu-tang-o-phonics one
(wuuuuuu, wuuuuuu)