Luyện nghe bài hát Friction

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

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

Swingin' like on the slow beat
Shiny walker hold me, closely as I on the low key
If you don't know by now, you'll know me
You know me, I swing it to the ins and the OG's

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

On the AWOL, alias Jamal
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 the friction
hit, son, miss none
Flip one, you bring your big gun

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

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

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

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

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

I excel, cast spells similar to
Mic surgeon, hang like Dr. J.
Splurg inner city like version
Mergin' with the fast lane, stained with the

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

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

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

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

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

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