Luyện nghe bài hát Daytona 500

We are the G,
And we to rock, the spot
Like Starks
be the illest MC's, in the world today
Cappa and the R-Z-A
So listen to clear, and put the box right near your ear
Light your blunts and down beers
Cause you could never with Wu-Tang Killer Bees

Say peace to cats who mack knowledge
Knowledgists, astrologists
Light up the mic God, this
Fly joints that your points
Corolla Motorola
Play it God, he over the shoulder
Chrome tanks, player like Yanks, check the
on my guys, my enterprise splash many lives
Rapel on fakes reflectors
He had sugar in his ear in his last career
We can can him, him, if you wanna
Run in his crib-o, get ditto, skate a limo
And jet to the flyest estate, relate a break
Break down an eighth and then wait drop it like
Thugs they be and screwing, we canoeing
Claim they doing the same shit we doing, fuck your
It's the same style, RZA trainable, jump the turn
On the alley to challenge God for the new vials
Especially that, bat in the act
Relax, lay back, sell a grenade a day, it pays
The flex white cats like Windex
Index finger be sore, busting these fly
The kid count crazily grands with our plans
Laying with my bitches and my mans in Lex
We losing em, jet to the stash and now
Abusing em, his jewels like we using 'em
Low pro star, thick waves rock Polar
with the older God, build with the Son and the Star

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

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

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

Give me the the fifty thou, small
My plate, my slang kills
My Benz spills, up Lils
Murder one
Killer bee stung, who back home Son
My technique of slang camp won, third soon
Cristal bottles, cages of boom, probably
The mad-hatter big dick style, beware
balloons, lord of dooms, in fat pussy wombs
Let the Gods build, up the grill
out the mad skills
Top secret technique, too for you to peep it
And keep it, jiggy style of rap and knuckle slang
Sweep it out of order recorder can't record my slaughter
the rotten Don is too good to be forgotten
High top notch, borderline rhymes is
Ninety-six, my ill sound is still hot
Get shot

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