Luyện nghe bài hát Cobra Clutch

Yo, yeah
Aiyyo,
Aiyyo, it

Aiyyo we dash log this bloody 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 a fuck about the law

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

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

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

Watch him, scorchin' with spells and top
Amoxins 'til the stock skyrocket, Mocassin
Switched from Pert Plus, escrow on the side in sun trust
Ghost'll keep 'til the sun bust

Yo word up, born-to-be behind the curtain
With her nose out, sixty 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 righteous motherfuckers
With flags out?

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

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

Aiyyo, the money, one man behind the plate
Hold it down rock the half man Gumby
Twisted, the mime of the floods, niggaz spell
One oh five six lama

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

Extract bass in which the dew drips
Vanilla suckle jasmine bits
hundred rap battin' average
One taste the bowl and blow up

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

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
With low leverage, it how she lick the head of me

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

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

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

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

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