Luyện nghe bài hát Cobra Clutch

Yo, bitch
Aiyyo,
Aiyyo, it

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

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

Gucci rockin' just another form of Chessboxin'
No cock-blockin', supreme till I'm droppin'
Kangol slanted, Ghost'll ran it, hippie hung-out
Club bandit empty-handed when I brand it

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

him, scorchin' with spells and top toxin
Amoxins the stock skyrocket, Bobby Mocassin
from Pert Plus, escrow on the side throw in sun trust
Ghost'll keep shinin' 'til the sun

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

Yo, promoters want us in clubs
Because we out
Who is these righteous
With flags out?

Stapleton Projects, recognize you're at
best, puttin' on the hits 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 you're tryin' to me?)

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

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

Extract in which the gooey dew drips
Vanilla suckle with bits
Five hundred rap battin'
One taste the bowl and blow up

Houdini escapes from the fermenting halls of tragic
to the First of April's
Deep in the rap erasial
Excedrin head bredderns facials

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

'Cause it's law order today, we pay
New tomorrow's, Rubik's Cube in a tube
the Halls, crush salary dice
That's in hall

Hey y'all, Peppermint
my Peter Paul, Wrangler
Straight laid the track when it's sag with one
Interlude loop caused me to up

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

Yo, promoters want us in clubs because we spaz out
Who is these righteous with they flags out?
Projects, recognize you're lookin' at
Allah's best, puttin' on the hits is no

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