Luyện nghe bài hát Daytona 500

We are the G,
And we to rock, the spot
Like Ironman
They be the illest MC's, in the today
Raekwon and the R-Z-A
So listen to clear, and put the box right near your ear
Light your blunts and your beers
Cause you could fuck with Wu-Tang Killer Bees

Say peace to cats who mack knowledge
Knowledgists, astrologists
up the mic God, knowledge this
Fly joints that carried your
Corolla holder
it God, he pack over the shoulder
Chrome tanks, player Yanks, check the franchise
Front on my guys, my enterprise splash lives
Rapel on like reflectors
He had sugar in his ear in his crack career
We can can him, manhandle him, if you
Run in his crib-o, get ditto, skate like a
And jet to the flyest estate, relate take a
Break down an eighth and then wait drop it Drake
Thugs they be booing and screwing, we
Claim they doing the shit we doing, fuck your union
It's the same style, RZA trainable, the turn style
On the alley tried to challenge God for the new
that, aluminum bat in the act
Relax, lay back, sell a grenade a day, it pays
The flex white cats like Windex
finger be sore, busting these fly scripts
The kid count crazily grands with our plans
Laying with my and my mans in Lex Lands
We losing em, jet to the and now Jerusalem
Abusing em, his jewels like we using 'em
Low pro star, seven thick waves Polar
with the older God, build with the Son and the Star

All these MC's start
Ghost got that shit, that'll keep you vibing
The Wu is to bring, you Shaolin's finest
But if your shields are weak, you better behind us

Mercury raps is roughed then God shown like taps
Red and white that match, bend my baseball hat
Doing forever shit, like pissing out the on turnpikes
Robbin niggas for leathers, high swiping on bikes
Voice be metal Von Harper radio bubble
Murder sleep away camp, the fly lady
The arsonist, who with his pen regardless
all these earthlings and fake foreigners
In the Philippines, herbal beans, bubbling strings
Body chemical cream, we burn
The conviction of my tape is rape, like Nixon
Long-heads inscriptions three sixes in
Kiss the pyramid with high explosive
I slap box with Jesus, lick shots at
Zooming binoculars, the rap blacksmith
Rolex, with sparkles, Chef ragtop is spotless
I'm Iron Man no cheap metal I'm steel alloy
identity hidden inside secret tabloids
Breathe oxygen sides of my jaw carry oxes
The hit like the bangers, in hundred watt boxes
Yo jostling cats while Little J be deli-ing
Sip Moss out of Widelians

All these MC's realizing
That Ghost got that shit, that'll you vibing
The Wu is here to bring, you finest
But if your shields are weak, you better behind us

Give me the the fifty thou, bills
My plate, my slang kills
My Benz spills, what up
one Dunn
Killer bee stung, guess who back Son
My technique of slang won, third platoon soon
bottles, cages of boom, probably wardrobe
The mad-hatter big dick style, goons
Smuggle balloons, lord of dooms, in fat pussy
Let the build, pull up the grill
Check out the mad
Top secret technique, too for you to peep it
And keep it, jiggy style of rap and watching knuckle
Sweep it out of order tape recorder can't my slaughter
Spoil the Don is too good to be forgotten
High top notch, borderline is handcocked
Ninety-six, my ill clash is still hot
Get yourself

All these MC's start
That Ghost got that shit, that'll you vibing
The Wu is here to bring, you Shaolin's
But if your shields are weak, you step behind us