Luyện nghe bài hát After The Smoke is Clear

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

killah]

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
that
Don't look at me outta sync
The imperial, king got weight
Don't give a
Like the poor part, we watch to heart
used to push me in shopping carts
Now I'm writing like Ebenezer
The porno
Sayin' like Sheeba
mexico filing the visa
My team got like six flags, plus the wu lab
Cameras in bedrooms we own tags
Don't touch
hot shit
I snap ya blade in half,
Laugh, and pop
digest, passed my book to l. ron hubbard
Got bagged that the government tried to dub it
But devils it
Movie trap raps the tracks
Like
than cuts laced 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 park hill (tang-o-phonics number one)
You represent that murder west brighton now born
Arm into that will (ahhhhh)
Word up, (after the is clear) yeah, what, stapelton
(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 move like the
Get
Speak in
Throw a fiend in the hold
Got beef the cold
Met my
Go half on this lamp down in
Flippin a mex tab
Get like an a-rab
The type snapped
Six on the crab
Now, hush, who do what
My better bust

rza]

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

the delphonics

After the is done
number one
After the is done
number one
After the is clear
Tang-o-phonics and still here
After the smoke is
number one
(wuuuuuu, wuuuuuu)