Luyện nghe bài hát As High As Wu-tang Get

on in

(Come on in)
Dinn-dnn-ta-dnn, dnn dah
(Come on, come on, on in)
Dnn-da-duh-duh-dah, you ass niggaz
(Come on in, on, come on, come on in)

As as Wu-Tang get
Allah us pop this shit
Just black shoe fit
If you can't wear it, well, fuck with it

Yo, too many songs, weak rhymes mad long
Make it son, half short and twice strong
No doubt, it took time searchin',
It was urgent, for you to examine the rhyme merchant

Lace MC's styles when they rhyme drunk
On a label hunt, until twenty thou, out the
Eight Diagram swinga armored tank force
RZA throw in the disc but then change the source

You can't flow, must be the speech
You got lost off the off Impeach the President
Whether in Amsterdam smokin' seven grams of
you pack, a thousand white teens in tight jeans

This Witty shot is critical
To analytical analogy, policies why
Said he that sounds define the note
Couldn't recognize, him the fuck behind the ropes
Too many niggaz I see starvin'

Catch a single deal, a possible bargain
Wu slay regardless to whom or what, mics five nights
Hang him from the balcony, drop twenty-five
A fugitive bass playin' rap
the cigars, his prints on the strings of his guitar

As high as get
Allah allow us pop shit
Just like shoe fit
If you can't wear it, well, fuck with it

Tical got a hold on ya, doin'
What the I mariju-wanta, dis nigga nasty
in the dirty dungeon, buggin, lovin'
The ways these rhymes comin', at cha splash ya

Get head piece fractured, with killer cuts
Prone to ya, slash ya, rip shit up
Got this whole Tang mastered, sho nuff
An MC too good to be touched, John
Bring the phenomenon, I cold

MC, they froze up, ice cold
As we move on, saga
Captivated by a saga go untold, like Goldfinger
up in a cliffhanger
Yo, INS code red, danger, break out the vest

Now it's tactical warfare, all here
Come with your and hardware, it be on here
Don't roam, in the naked city
Eight Fingers stories none

Bomb 'em wit' the Unpredictable, conditionin' be critical
Peace to Tang, gettin' on your physical
Dis next drink is a toast to memory
I go how many niggaz gon' remember me

As as Wu-Tang get
Allah allow us pop shit
Just like black fit
If you can't wear it, well, fuck with it