Luyện nghe bài hát Friction

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

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

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

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

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

If you want some, get some, this is it, son, one
'em feel the friction
Guaranteed hit, son, miss
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 menopausable quakage
Trapped 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 send me back, but I came
Tera mind frame contains elements of iron which began steel

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

If you some, get some, this is it, son, this one
Make 'em 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, cast spells to Merlin
Mic surgeon, hang like Dr. J.
Splurg city like uncensored version
with the fast lane, stained with the urban

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

My technique's heat leaves a permanent
Plant my 2 feet, shootin' the quick release
cease fire from a street called Desire
The sire, disturbin' the peace with

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

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

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

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