Luyện nghe bài hát Friction

Is you ready? by popular demand
Murderous specialist
Wu-Tang Clan, no or practice
Niggaz ain't for this, niggaz ain't ready for this
Niggaz ready for this

dips beamin' off July sun rays
Trees are fade, blendin' the side burn shades
club status, clientel, SL, heavy jewel
Niggaz jail, young niggaz well

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

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

On the AWOL, alias Duval
Roam through the universe, of roamin' it all
In the meantime, in time, we shine
Dangerous minds travel on uphill climb

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

Some I'd rather not spar minds with
They can't my thoughts or fuck with
Creative testosterone, calms
The menopausable hormone
Trapped like estrogen, we makin', all of the

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

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

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

Poetry in motion, east to coastin'
Overseas blowin' with lines tightly
goin' full speed, pullin' g's
Tryin' to eat 'til my gets too full to feed

I excel, spells similar to Merlin
Mic surgeon, hang Dr. J. Erving
Splurg inner like uncensored version
Mergin' with the fast lane, stained with the

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

My technique's heat a permanent crease
Plant my 2 feet, with the quick release
cease fire from a street called Desire
The sire, disturbin' the with c-ciphers

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

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

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

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