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 do it, what
(number one)
Slap fire outcha ass niggas
(after the smoke is done) up, big dick, motherfucking house
Whaddup, bench press these
(tang-o-phonics one) yo

[ghostface

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

Yo gotta hit
on my head, what should the God do?
Max out in Spain and do business the Jews
Never
Don't never look at me outta
The imperial, industrial got weight
Don't a fuck
Like the poor part, we watch heart to
They used to push me in shopping
Now I'm writing books like
The teaser
Sayin' words Sheeba
mexico filing the visa
My got rocks like six flags, plus the wu lab
Cameras in nine bedrooms we own
Don't touch
Cracklin hot
I ya shoulder blade in half,
Laugh, and pop
Reader's digest, passed my to l. ron hubbard
Got bagged the world government tried to dub it
But love it
Movie trap raps cover the
Like
than cuts laced on hardly scratched supreme clientel
My
Willie passed,
his piece, where's the nobel?
Oh, well,
off as usual,
The arsonist, leavin niggas lost in the

ghostface killah, the delphonics ()

(tang-o-phonics one) yeah, yo, yo
my projects stapelton (after the smoke is done)
He represent that project park (tang-o-phonics number one)
You represent that project west brighton now born
Arm bangin into that (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 story ever told by me,
numeral I be
Plus describe me
My son like the toad
Get
in codes
Throw a fiend in the sleeper
Got with the cold
Met my
Go half on this down in baghdad
Flippin a mex tab
Get like an a-rab
The niggas snapped
Six legs on the
Now, hush, who do what
My click bust

[the

Underprivileged,
Grew up in a stapelton village,
blood flood the water in the streets like oil spilage
When the was flowin (tang-o-phonics number one)
I spot a fifty-five
A was still flowin,
Voice was
I rise high like an
wouldn't gamble
The sample, it her
My ninjas run wilder than shaka
Some play peace like the guru
Others live to be and old like desmond dutchu
champion
Bell
and mold us
Sole of the moon
I, and polar
I blow half smoke through my
Bust my ways with thirty
Wu-tang for children like
Cannibals raidin

Outro: the

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