Luyện nghe bài hát Friction

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Murderous specialist
Wu-Tang Clan, no or practice
Niggaz ain't ready for this, niggaz ain't ready for
Niggaz ain't ready for

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

Swingin' like on the slow beat
Shiny hold me, closely as I mosey on the low key
If you don't know by now, never 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 graffiti on the walls

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Word in the street, his was dirt teeth
Synthetically weak, make the fans start
Any comeback attempts would 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 called Desire
The sire, the peace with c-ciphers

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

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

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

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