Luyện nghe bài hát Friction

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Healin' men life, Allah brought me forth to bust 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 of electric, life threatnin' segments, it's hectic

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

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

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

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 leaves a permanent crease
my 2 feet, shootin' with the quick release
Never cease fire from a street called
The sire, the peace with c-ciphers

Who dare comes and tries to peep it
The secret of the deadly art, leak it
Snakes, surround the righteous
I link the diversion shot, then with the swiftness

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

The deaf tone rises the blind and dumb
Lickin' 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 bring big guns