Luyện nghe bài hát Friction

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

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

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

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

On the AWOL, Jamal Duval
Roam through the universe, of roamin' it all
In the meantime, in between time, we
Dangerous 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 your big gun

Some niggaz I'd rather not minds with
can't simulate my thoughts or fuck with
Creative testosterone, calms
The menopausable quakage
Trapped like estrogen, we makin', all of the

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

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

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

Poetry in motion, east to coastin'
blowin' with lines tightly woven
Still goin' full speed, g's
to eat 'til my mouth gets too full to feed

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

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

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

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

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

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

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