Luyện nghe bài hát Crushed

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

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

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

Non-athletic anti-semetic synthetic rappers get no
Pathetic lines, incompetent styles not embedded
Wu-Tang slang bangs in your brain, is not genetic, prophetic
Unadulterated while y'all talk that bullshit rhetoric

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