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 bitch ass
(Come on in, come on, on, come on in)

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

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

Lace MC's with styles when they rhyme
On a hunt, until twenty thou, out the trunk
Eight sword swinga armored tank force
RZA throw in the disc but change the bank source

You flow, must be the speech impediment
You got lost off the snare off the President
Whether in Amsterdam seven grams of green
Then you pack, a white teens in tight jeans

This Witty shot is critical
To analogy, insurance policies why
Said he know that sounds define the
Couldn't recognize, blast him the fuck the ropes
Too dope niggaz I see starvin'

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

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

Tical got a hold on ya, exactly
What the fuck I mariju-wanta, dis nasty
Deep in the dungeon, buggin, lovin'
The ways rhymes keep comin', at cha splash ya

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

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

Now it's tactical warfare, all here
Come your shield and hardware, it be on here
ever roam, in the naked city
Eight stories none pretty

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

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