Luyện nghe bài hát Daytona 500

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

Say peace to who rock mack knowledge
Knowledgists, street
Light up the mic God, this
Fly joints that carried your
Motorola holder
Play it God, he pack the shoulder
tanks, player like Yanks, check the franchise
Front on my guys, my splash many lives
on fakes like reflectors
He had in his ear in his last crack career
We can can him, manhandle him, if you
Run in his crib-o, get ditto, like a limo
And jet to the estate, relate take a break
Break an eighth and then wait drop it like Drake
Thugs be booing and screwing, we canoeing
Claim they doing the shit we doing, fuck your union
It's the style, RZA trainable, jump the turn style
On the tried to challenge God for the new vials
Especially that, bat in the act
Relax, lay back, sell a grenade a day, it black
The Mac-10 flex white cats like
Index finger be sore, busting these fly
The kid count crazily grands with our plans
with my bitches and my mans in Lex Lands
We em, jet to the stash and now Jerusalem
Abusing em, rocking his like we using 'em
Low pro star, seven thick waves rock
with the older God, build with the Son and the Star

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

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

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

me the the fifty thou, small bills
My plate, my slang kills
My spills, what up Lils
Murder one
Killer bee stung, who back home Son
My technique of slang won, third platoon soon
Cristal bottles, of boom, probably wardrobe
The big dick style, beware goons
balloons, lord of dooms, in fat pussy wombs
Let the Gods build, 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 slang
Sweep it out of order tape recorder can't record my
the rotten Don is too good to be forgotten
High top notch, borderline rhymes is
Ninety-six, my ill sound is still hot
Get yourself

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