Luyện nghe bài hát As High As Wu-tang Get

on in

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

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

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

Lace with styles when they rhyme drunk
On a label hunt, until thou, out the trunk
Eight Diagram sword swinga armored force
RZA throw in the disc but change the bank source

You flow, must be the speech impediment
You got off the snare off Impeach the President
Whether in Amsterdam smokin' seven of green
Then you pack, a thousand teens in tight jeans

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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