Luyện nghe bài hát Crushed Egos

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

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

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

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

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