Luyện nghe bài hát Crushed

Come and taste my seasonin', Chef, the cooking is marvelous
Back a stove, makin' your mouth water, you starve for this
Exclusive sneakers hard denim, heavyweight
A illustrated Alex Haley with paper
Waves spinnin' like the Titanic, come a float on
Silky like King Henry the robe in lace frame
Restaurants with skeleton keys, big business
Well groomed and posture is real dapper
is gigantic, culture's alpaca
Meetings in the Vatican, drinkin' scotch with the Muscle
Praises go to Ason, the dynasty Mr. built
Feed me shottas with Glocks, clean 'em with tea tree oil
China dolls Bangkok, we bang 'em, train 'em and make 'em loyal
Trees stank, she come kiss the top of my Yves
Wise-Universal Tang when I
Grizzly with the big bank, it's 5 stars, y'all, when I call

are somethin' that the Wu-Tang trust
These stupid jealous niggas, y'all 'bout to get
This ashes to ashes to to dust
These devilish MC's cannot fuck with us,
are somethin' that the Wu-Tang trust
These jealous niggas, y'all 'bout to get rust
This to ashes to dust to dust
These [?] fuck with us, Lord

Rifles out, bear the Russian
Octagon tuggin' silk drawers frontin', her head stuntin'
Mo' sanes flood the
Man the launchin' charge cards from Africa
Catch me in the lodge
Brains linked, twisted Cohibas say the seeds
Coffee with graveyard rings, flippin' Gs
Yankee on the top of the charts
Dart throwers, sharks
Everybody know when my gun barks

Non-athletic anti-semetic synthetic get no credit
Pathetic septic lines, styles not embedded
Wu-Tang slang in your brain, this is not genetic, prophetic
Unadulterated talent while talk that bullshit rhetoric

Egos are that the Wu-Tang trust
stupid jealous niggas, y'all 'bout to get rust
This ashes to ashes to to dust
These delivish MC's they cannot fuck us, Lord