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, on, come on, come on in)

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

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

Lace MC's with styles when rhyme drunk
On a label hunt, until thou, out the trunk
Diagram sword swinga armored tank force
RZA throw in the but then change the bank source

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

This Witty Unpredictable is critical
To analytical analogy, policies why
Said he know sounds define the note
recognize, blast him the fuck behind the ropes
Too many dope niggaz I see

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

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

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

Get your head piece fractured, with cuts
to drops 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 crush

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

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

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