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 like some Attica felons
Use a good
Bloods go for heart
Insert the
Yes the dirty has him
Thoroughbred insert the phantasm
Verbal smarts, spark the word, my scripture
Exotic wine, nine, Picasso pictures
the rhyme pivot you now, limit your chance
Bodyguard the lyric unlimited stance
Words seem to zing on to Beijing
When we touch you crown renowned kings

no honor amongst thieves
Street
Stack like Genovese, the devil tempt mad men
But not
We profound sound
To MC's thumbs down,
Killa bees it be warfare, the year
Niggas take you off of here
the square
If we go we go gritty
And spread fear through this rap city, call the
My razor sharp darts be cold stares
The smell of fear my nostrils flair
Truth or
Ask can you compare
To these niggas in the hood, Johnny B.
Or he be gone
The struggle goes on, been warned
PLO from to Lebanon
How bombs must we drop in the Ninety-Now
Walk a mile in my shoes, get the street news Meth-Tical

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

The weight of the fam is on our back and we can't
Victim to this long hall of fame, meaning
We came to punish the glutton a substance
can't be contained, Wu-Tang

We be seeing y'all when we walk up in the club
all in the back
Scared to speak the speak you scared
Punk motherfucker, we know what it is

All you been is upsets in the boxing shit, right
It's like on man
This nigga fucked up Whitaker
Dang, he Whitaker
He caught Whitaker a time ago
Mike got
Mike got touched by Holyfield
Hey Mike's, Mike's gonna forfeit this
He ain't McDermit
He ain't

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

Stella wrap breadsticks
David
Einstein birthed a hit, now it
M.G.M. front row tonight, no gens
Purify, cleanse, ran into some beef up in the
Fix sawed off
tore me off the cross
All you saw was meat
Skin off
These is from the Arch Bishop
call it six up
The Betty Crocker, Marvel cake stakes
Wax janitor, black Mulligan from Canada
Slam dance, tarantula style, a fan of the
Monopoly king, poetry
Carnegie Hall's off the
push through the armory
Mack truck soloist, Soul Controllers
of the thousand teeth fist, swift and boneless

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