Luyện nghe bài hát Friction

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

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

Swingin' like Smokey on the beat
Shiny walker hold me, closely as I on the low key
If you don't know by now, you'll know me
You me, I swing it to the young 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
through the universe, plans of roamin' it all
In the meantime, in between time, we
Dangerous minds travel on this uphill

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

niggaz I'd rather not spar minds with
They can't simulate my thoughts or fuck
Creative testosterone, mic-phone
The hormone quakage
Trapped like estrogen, we makin', all of the

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

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

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

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

I excel, cast similar to Merlin
Mic surgeon, like Dr. J. Erving
Splurg city like uncensored version
Mergin' with the lane, stained with the urban

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

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

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, slip with the swiftness

The raindrop, leavin' the eye confused
Understandin' blurred, cloudy electrical occur
From the Masta, classical bang slang

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

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