Luyện nghe bài hát Friction

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

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

Swingin' like Smokey on the 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 ins and the OG's

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

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

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

Some niggaz I'd rather not spar with
They can't my thoughts or fuck with
testosterone, mic-phone calms
The menopausable quakage
like estrogen, we makin', all of the above

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

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

If you some, get some, this is it, son, this one
'em feel the friction
Guaranteed hit, son, none
one, you better bring your big gun

Poetry in motion, east to west
Overseas blowin' with lines woven
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 like Dr. J.
inner city like uncensored version
Mergin' with the lane, stained with the urban

Word in the street, his was dirt teeth
Synthetically weak, make the fans start
Any comeback attempts only be in repeats
They soon fall off, be lost beyond reach

My technique's heat leaves a permanent
Plant my 2 feet, shootin' with the release
Never fire from a street called Desire
The sire, disturbin' the peace 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, then slip with the

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

The deaf tone rises like the and dumb
Lickin' shots at the microphone, Iron
We the to set off shit, last to run
Who want some, come and get some,

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