Luyện nghe bài hát Friction

Is you ready? Back by demand
Murderous tactics
Wu-Tang Clan, no rehearsal or
Niggaz ain't ready for this, ain't ready for this
Niggaz ain't for this

Chrome dips beamin' off July sun
Trees are fade, blendin' with the side burn
Cotton club status, clientel, SL, jewel
Niggaz jail, young screw well

Swingin' Smokey on the slow beat
Shiny hold me, closely as I mosey on the low key
If you don't know by now, you'll never me
You know me, I swing it to the ins and the OG's

Witnessed by notary public, certified rough
Does it good, how was it?
Gritty like the tracks
My protocol permanate like graffiti on the walls

On the AWOL, alias Duval
Roam the universe, plans of roamin' it all
In the meantime, in between time, we
Dangerous minds on this uphill climb

If you want some, get some, this is it, son, one
Make 'em the friction
Guaranteed hit, son, miss
Flip one, you bring your big gun

Some niggaz I'd rather not spar minds
They simulate my thoughts or fuck with
testosterone, mic-phone calms
The menopausable hormone
Trapped estrogen, we makin', all of the above

Supremely I hold my shit, I run, I hesitate to stomp the come
Bring from the brain, nigga
They tried to send me back, but I came
Tera form mind frame elements of iron which began steel

men life, Allah just brought me forth to bust mine
This time I spare no one, poison seed technique
Breathe the earth, take the of those and feed 'em to the universe
Blessed with volts of electric, life threatnin' segments, it's

If you some, get some, this is it, son, this one
Make 'em the friction
hit, son, miss none
Flip one, you better bring big gun

Poetry in motion, to west coastin'
Overseas blowin' with lines woven
Still full speed, pullin' g's
Tryin' to eat 'til my mouth gets too full to

I excel, cast spells to Merlin
Mic surgeon, hang like Dr. J.
Splurg inner city like uncensored
Mergin' with the fast lane, with the urban

Word in the street, his work was dirt
Synthetically weak, make the start beef
Any comeback attempts would only be in
They fall off, be mentally lost beyond reach

My heat leaves a permanent crease
Plant my 2 feet, shootin' with the quick
Never cease fire from a street called
The sire, disturbin' the peace with

Who dare comes and tries to peep it
The secret of the deadly art, leak it
Snakes, leeches the righteous
I link the diversion shot, then with the swiftness

The weaver raindrop, leavin' the eye
Understandin' blurred, cloudy storms occur
From the Masta, classical head slang

The deaf rises like the blind and dumb
shots at the microphone, Iron Lung
We the to set off shit, last to run
Who some, come and get some, motherfucker

If you some, get some, this is it, son, this one
'em feel the friction
Guaranteed hit, son, miss
Flip one, you bring your big guns