Luyện nghe bài hát Bells Of War

me the cue
Skip the
Proceed the lip
The junction get rushed by grimy people busting weed
Splatter your melons like some Attica
Use a firearm
Bloods go for heart
Insert the
Yes the dirty has him
thugs insert the phantasm
Verbal smarts, spark the word, visit my
wine, holding nine, Picasso pictures
When the rhyme pivot you now, your chance
Bodyguard the with unlimited stance
Words seem to on down to Beijing
When we touch down you renowned kings

There's no honor amongst
pharmaceutical
Stack Genovese, the four devil tempt mad men
But not
We hardcore sound
To thumbs down, prepare
Killa bees it be warfare, the year
gotta take you off of here
Hold the
If we go there we go
And spread fear through rap city, call the mayor
My razor sharp darts be cold stares
The smell of fear makes my flair
or dare
Ask can you compare
To these in the hood, Johnny B. Goode
Or he be yeah
The struggle on, you've been warned
PLO from here to
How many bombs must we drop in the
Walk a mile in my shoes, get the street news Meth-Tical

You gots to be kidding, you to be kidding
Ayo kid you gots to be
Allah said it's
You gots to be yo
It's common how I master my circum-fer-ence
You
I get the fuck up
Released on my own
Can't be judged, young bloods bust like scuds
hovers one thousand notches above MC level
Yo, I high as like treble
Foes who oppose get plucked like pedals
Arresting and holding, penetrate regions
Wack MC's lasted one season
The morale was low at the
pronouns had no style
Your proposal
Aim the official, initial is Ruler Allah
All that other bullshit permissable
increase of the Wu-Tang manual
Handles to keep hip-hop shit tangible
Illegible, every egg ain't
My tracks Unforgettable
Ol' Nat Cole
Got to catch this paper to buy Shaquasia a
chairs to deck a skyscraper
Understand that the continents of Africa and
And free the Black man from the labor, Wu-Tang

The weight of the fam is on our and we can't fall
Victim to long hall of fame, meaning nothing
We came to the glutton with a substance
That be contained, Wu-Tang

We be seeing y'all asses when we up in the club
all in the back
Scared to speak the speak cause you
motherfucker, we know what time it is

All you seeing is upsets in the boxing shit, right
like come on man
This fucked up motherfucking Whitaker
Dang, he Whitaker
He caught a long time ago
got touched
Then Mike got touched by
Hey Mike's, Mike's gonna this fight
He ain't McDermit
He fighting

up
You talking bout he, he, what he, what he did
Told he cut his eye, in sparring

Stella D'oro breadsticks
Berkowitz
Einstein a hit, now nurture it
M.G.M. front row seat tonight, no
Purify, cleanse, ran into some beef up in the
Fix your off
Wu-Tang me off the cross
All you saw was meat
hanging off
These is words from the Bishop
Some it six up
The Betty Crocker, Marvel cake admissor
Wax janitor, Jack Mulligan from Canada
Slam dance, tarantula style, a fan of the
Monopoly king, Slavic
Carnegie off the hook
Let's push the armory
Mack truck hitting soloist, Soul
Behold of the thousand fist, swift and boneless

You know cause is invincible, you know what I mean
It's Forever God
We gonna get down with W
You get down with that W
That's Wu, that's that Wisdom
That's the Wisdom of the
That's the truth, of Allah, for the Nation of the
You what I'm sayin'
We breaking egg through these God
You know I'm sayin'
We got the way
We got the medicine for sickness
Out here, ya know what I
I was telling Shorty
Yo Shorty, you don't even gotta go to summer
Pick up the Wu-Tang CD
And you'll get all the education you need this
You what I mean
Their minds can't comprehend this shit
Word man Wu-Tang Forever God
Niggas can't fuck with lyrics God
You know I'm sayin'
Nah
Oh hell no, none of shit
Come on man beats, lyrics man, y'all
Niggas even understand half this shit
I niggas ain't gonna figure it out til the year Two-G
(Wax niggas ass for free or fee)
Yo, you know
The next Wu-Tang album ain't coming out until 2000
You know I mean
That's just come back with a comet
You hear, we bring a comet
Check for that shit in the
You know what I mean? So, yo, niggas man
Be the
The Gods is man
Born Gods is