Luyện nghe bài hát Friction

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

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

Swingin' like on the slow beat
Shiny walker me, closely as I mosey on the low key
If you know 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 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 between time, we
Dangerous minds travel on this uphill

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

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

I hold my shit, when I run, I hesitate to stomp the come
Bring water the brain, nigga
They to send me back, but still I came
Tera form mind 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
Breathe the earth, take the head of those and feed 'em to the
with volts of electric, life threatnin' segments, it's 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, to west coastin'
Overseas blowin' with lines tightly
goin' full speed, pullin' g's
Tryin' to eat 'til my mouth 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

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

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

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

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

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

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