Luyện nghe bài hát Friction

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

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

Swingin' like on the slow beat
walker hold me, closely as I mosey on the low key
If you know by now, you'll never know me
You me, I swing it to the young ins and the OG's

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 gun

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

I excel, cast spells similar to
Mic surgeon, like Dr. J. Erving
Splurg inner city uncensored version
with the fast lane, stained with the urban

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

My technique's heat leaves a permanent
Plant my 2 feet, shootin' with the quick
Never fire from a street called Desire
The sire, disturbin' the peace c-ciphers

Who comes amongst and tries to peep it
The of the deadly art, then leak it
Snakes, leeches surround the
I link the diversion shot, then slip with the

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

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

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