Luyện nghe bài hát Dirty & Stinkin'

Yo, ain't a Wu-Tang type slang, know what I'm sayin?
I wanna represent the whole Clan
you know what I'm
The GZA, Prince Rakeem, you know I'm sayin?, Ghostface Killah
Shallah Raekwon, Deck, Baby-U, Method Man, 12 O'Clock
O', 62nd Assassinater, know what I'm sayin?, style is coming

This recorded and dirty and it's stinkin', funkier than regular
Abuse, so I was thinkin' - about, droppin' this single on the
lettin ya know, hey! - the kid has heart, I never myself as being
Dope, but in my last jam, didn't on my notes
You that I was weak, huh?, let me speak
My rhymes funkier than ya grandfathers feet, so listen mister
Don't you ever forget the rhyme is dirty, you couldn't even it
Comet, for even more axe, some try Ajax
Only mix with the best,
I get with the 8 sole sounds
Lyrics that be flowin' from miless around, so let the
ya ass up, then feel the uppercut, now I make ya fall to ya rutt

[62nd

Cabush!!!!, can I get up? - Oof!! - Stouf!!
Mad chamerz comin' at ya!, a 62nd Assassiner, strap into ya
A hardcore avenor, tearin' up the vibe for set
Wit the mystery of Chess, at your mutherfuckin' text
Then ya slip, I flip, only on that combatic shit
Rhymes comin straight the fuckin' pits, so toggle up
Don't puddle up, yet just duck, I'm callin all earth-forms
Huh!, I don't play games, I pain, or migraines
Stick it to ya ass like pain's, who in the hell did, drop shit
Rammin' the mic, with 5 of death, then bombed shit
Like big momma, ya long gone, along desert storm
But have ya not heard, Word is

62nd Assassinator, comin' at a near you
It's and it's Stinkin', Yeah
Dirty and it's Stinkin', Yo
It's and it's Stinkin', Yes
It's Dirty and it's
(I tell ya somthin')

Yo!, Let me continue, verse number 2, style is wild, stinkin
(? - doodoo), If ya hangin' around, ya change ya mind
It is a bad influence, but yo!, my rhyme
I sit and I say to myself (self), yo
are you ready to top ya
I the single for you to get a dose of, As I lay back
Like a pillow on a sofa, paid?, yehhh!, right, would it?
Why asking me, G? what, what, what, what, you me
My is sugar, sweet as a honey bee, taste like a forty
like Old-E'!, but I drink Ol' English so I speak Ol' English
You be Dirty and Stinkish, and if it's not, well I guess I'm not

The A-S-O-N my
It's Dirty and Stinkin'
It's and it's Stinkin', Baby
Dirty and it's Stinkin', Yes
It's Dirty and it's Stinkin', I
Dirty and it's Stinkin'
It's and it's Stinkin'

and over
Wu-Tang comin through ya