Luyện nghe bài hát Cobra Clutch

Yo, yeah
Aiyyo,
Aiyyo, it

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

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

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

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

Watch him, scorchin' spells and top toxin
Amoxins 'til the stock skyrocket, Mocassin
Switched Pert Plus, escrow on the side throw in sun trust
keep shinin' 'til the sun bust

Yo word up, right behind the curtain
With her nose out, sixty get the Rover out
Feather head heathens, teethin' on mic
When thy said, "Let the kids die for your nigga"

Yo, promoters want us in clubs
we spaz out
Who is these righteous
they flags out?

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

I got fifty men out in the
Now if they all get troubles I starve
Is it?
(Is that you're tryin' to tell me?)

Aiyyo, the Moccasin money, one man behind the
Hold it down rock the half man Gumby
Twisted, the mime of the floods, spell drama
One oh five point six

Cosmetic classical, slum is shield, Bean field
me inhale half 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
hundred rap battin' average
One taste the and blow up magic

Houdini escapes from the fermenting hell of tragic
Speaking to the First of
in the rap game erasial
Excedrin bredderns catch facials

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

it's law order today, we pay dues
New tomorrow's, Rubik's Cube money in a
Deck the Halls, crush dice
That's in hall

Hey y'all, Peppermint
Slum my Peter Paul,
Straight laid the track it's sag with one banger
loop caused me to hang up

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

Yo, don't want us in clubs because we spaz out
Who is these righteous motherfuckers with flags out?
Stapleton Projects, recognize you're at
Allah's best, puttin' on the hits is no

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