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 swing Willie Mays
My eyes Purple Haze, my solar razor through shades
My grenades the airwaves, catch this rap page
I glide like, hover on the Everglades

master, with the faster blade, track slasher
Manufacture poems to microphones, bones
Limited edition spark friction
Non-fiction, the calm keep your arm distant

Zero tolerance, intelligence
Wu original, true colors step from the
The most high, most try, to get by
And overthrow I, but choke, with they up high

I the tri-state and vibrate beyond the Richter
Flies sense to flock they spot this live nigga
The crowd seducer black your third eye before I ya
Verbal high I leave stars in the of Medusa

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