Luyện nghe bài hát Cobra Clutch

Yo, bitch
Aiyyo,
Aiyyo, it

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

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

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

Mark callin' Austin, Mark Austin down in Boston
Both of them dead, cop in the and
Big swingin' 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, born-to-be behind the curtain
With her nose out, center get the Rover out
Feather head heathens, on mic dicks
When thy said, "Let the die for your bread nigga"

Yo, don't want us in clubs
we spaz out
Who is these motherfuckers
With they out?

Stapleton Projects, recognize you're at
Allah's best, puttin' on the is no contest
Now, who the hypest in New York
(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 honey-shallah rock the half man Gumby
Twisted, the of the floods, niggaz spell drama
One oh five six lama

Cosmetic classical, slum is shield, Bean field
Watch me inhale half of you, new
Teletronics, DBX, one X
Compression the A and sharp press

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

Houdini escapes the fermenting hell halls of tragic
Speaking to the of April's
Deep in the rap erasial
Excedrin head bredderns catch

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, watch it how she lick the of me

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

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

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

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

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