Luyện nghe bài hát Cobra Clutch

Yo, yeah
Aiyyo,
Aiyyo, it

Aiyyo we dash log this bloody of Glaciers
Slang shot threw a gem in his mouth, swallowed his
Say no more, my fat beat parked the wall
square holding, face don't give a fuck about the law

Take off the bracelets, don't get by the ice Boo
not cool, Veronica slept, plus the decimal
Look at my temple look familiar? It's power
Yo, every fine snitch knocks an off Eddie Bauer

Gucci sneaker just another form of Chessboxin'
No cock-blockin', supreme clientele I'm droppin'
Kangol slanted, Ghost'll ran with it, hung-out
Club bandit never empty-handed when I it

Mark callin' Austin, Mark callin' Austin in Boston
Both of them dead, cop in the and
Big chain swingin' nigga, car drivin'
whylin', Role' with the four-finger glidin'

Watch him, scorchin' with and top toxin
Amoxins 'til the skyrocket, Bobby Mocassin
Switched from Pert Plus, escrow on the throw in sun trust
Ghost'll shinin' 'til the sun bust

Yo word up, born-to-be right the curtain
With her out, sixty center get the Rover out
Feather head heathens, teethin' on mic
When thy said, "Let the die for your bread nigga"

Yo, promoters don't want us in
Because we out
Who is these righteous
With they out?

Stapleton Projects, you're lookin' at
Allah's best, puttin' on the is no contest
Now, who the in New York City?
(Wu-Tang)
Radio shittin' on me

I got men out in the street
Now if all get bitch troubles I starve
Is it?
(Is that what tryin' to tell me?)

Aiyyo, the Moccasin money, one man the plate
Hold it down honey-shallah the half man Gumby
Twisted, the mime of the floods, spell drama
One oh five point six

Cosmetic classical, slum is shield, Milagro field
Watch me inhale of you, new attributes
Teletronics, DBX, one X
Compression with the A and press

bass in which the gooey dew drips
Vanilla suckle with jasmine
Five hundred rap battin'
One taste the bowl and up magic

Houdini escapes from the fermenting halls of tragic
Speaking to the First of
Deep in the rap erasial
head bredderns catch facials

Side orders, one telephone for out
your man half to death, rob him then we break it
Get off on the clove exit, dirty, chick now
low leverage, watch it how she lick the head of me

'Cause law order today, we pay dues
New tomorrow's, Rubik's money in a tube
the Halls, crush salary dice
That's in [incomprehensible]

Hey y'all, Pattie's
Slum my Paul, Wrangler
Straight laid the when it's sag with one banger
loop caused me to hang up

Ticklish, Crunch niggaz
At the flicks off
Standin' in the rain and can't find they
Suckers,

Yo, promoters don't want us in clubs we spaz out
Who is these motherfuckers with they flags out?
Stapleton Projects, recognize lookin' at
best, puttin' on the hits is no contest

Now, who the in New York City?
(Wu-Tang)
Radio shittin' on me