Luyện nghe bài hát Friction

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

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

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

Witnessed by notary public, certified rough
it feel good, how was it?
Gritty like the subway
My protocol permanate like graffiti on the project

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

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 gun

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

Supremely I hold my shit, when I run, I to stomp the come
Bring water from the brain,
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 spare no one, poison sword 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 want some, get some, this is it, son, one
Make 'em feel the
Guaranteed hit, son, miss
Flip one, you better bring big gun

Poetry in motion, east to west
Overseas blowin' lines tightly woven
Still goin' speed, pullin' g's
Tryin' to eat my mouth gets too full to feed

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

in the street, his work was dirt teeth
Synthetically weak, make the fans beef
Any comeback would only be in repeats
They soon fall off, be mentally lost beyond

My technique's heat a permanent crease
my 2 feet, shootin' with the quick release
Never cease fire from a street Desire
The sire, the peace with c-ciphers

Who comes amongst 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, electrical storms occur
From the Masta, classical head slang

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

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