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, come on, on, come on in)

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

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

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

You can't flow, must be the impediment
You got off the snare off Impeach the President
Whether in Amsterdam smokin' seven of green
Then you pack, a thousand white teens in tight

This Witty Unpredictable is critical
To analytical analogy, insurance why
Said he know sounds define the note
Couldn't recognize, blast him the behind the ropes
Too dope niggaz I see starvin'

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

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

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

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

MC, inferiorities froze up, ice cold
As we on, saga unfold
Captivated by a saga that go untold, Goldfinger
Caught up in a
Yo, INS code red, danger, break out the vest

Now it's tactical warfare, all here
Come with shield and hardware, it be on here
ever roam, in the naked city
Eight Fingers stories pretty

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

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