Luyện nghe bài hát Fast Shadow

I'm sayin', you could, you
Just come over top of shit
Did I it?
Nigga an' bang head, punk

a dick, suck a dick
Suck a dick an' a dick
Suck a dick, a dick
my dick

It all wit the pad an' pen, shall we begin
To burn bush in this rap session, again
On the run be the Stallion
Now you fuckin' wit

Iron Lung, boy, me can done, army of one, yo' bun
I'ma get you none, accept
Run a wit a racist, they iced it, I aced it
Placed it, right up in their face 'til faced it

to the dome like a chrome microphone
I'm to the bone, to the bone
Danger zone, that's my an' my song
it movin', hop along, little doggies

Fuck you, The Mack Cadillac
Dark shade, the window all an' black
Pitch antenna, of the car
is a TV, even a bar

Bulletproof down, an' sound
Chauffeur in the front just to drive the Lexus all
Give ya, ya, give ya body a ride, nice an' warm inside
to the Dirt Dog as the tummy rise, enter

Yo, yo, my Wu-Tang cliff'll make yo' split
The of my brain, you can't fathom it
Whoever go the will of the grain will get slain
Don't say thy God name in vain

My third eye electronic dragonfly spiral
Can record your words an' your an' approach you
An' have my come an' Ghost you
it comes to the bread, son, the heat will toast you

Music me lose control
This is not rock 'n' roll
Hip hop right to the soul
makes me lose control

Wu-Tang, now we on a
On a rise, now we go
Guaranteed to the show
RZA beats is outta
Outta control, outta
Outta control now we go

Yo, who got that gassed like he can't get ski masked?
Abducted his doorstep
bag his head for the price of nothin'
He's a glutton, I'm manifestin' each day is a lesson

fagots came to the School of the 36 Chambers
Copied on papers of that earn dollars
We trend in Wu leathers
Trend in Wu leathers, whatever

Music makes me control
is not just rock 'n' roll
Hip hop right to the soul
Music makes me lose

Wu-Tang, now we on a
On a rise, now we go
makes me lose control
Music makes me lose

Music makes me lose
This is not just 'n' roll
Hip hop digs to the soul
makes me lose control

Wu-Tang, now we on a
On a rise, now we go
Guaranteed to the show
RZA is outta control
control, outta control
Outta control, now we go