Luyện nghe bài hát For Heavens Sake

Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang,
Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang,
Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu

Yo, aiyyo my rap style like Willie Mays
My eyes Purple Haze, my solar razor burn through
My raid the airwaves, catch this rap page
I glide like, crafts on the Everglades

master, with the faster blade, track slasher
Manufacture poems to microphones, fracture
edition composition spark friction
Non-fiction, the calm bomb keep arm distant

tolerance, dominant intelligence
Wu original, true colors from the melanin
The most high, most try, to get by
And I, but choke, with they hopes up high

I circulate the tri-state and vibrate beyond the
sense to flock when they spot this live nigga
The seducer black your third eye before I lose ya
high I leave stars in the eyes of Medusa

Top ten, parley like Cochran, often
Narrow margin, of your odds to the marksman
rap, kill you soft like Roberta Flack
Words like a British bulldog, observe the stacks