Luyện nghe bài hát Gots Like Come on Thru

[intro: buddha monk, (ol' bastard)]

Minds start to freeze, at
Its the wu-tang beez
zu, where we roll, manchuz
Comin at yo'
36 chambaz at a near ya
(to all my muthafuckin niggaz in the to be
And man to me)
We gon' take hip hop to anotha

[chorus: buddha monk & ol' dirty
Wu, like come on through
Su, the call of the wu
Zu, gots like on through
Su, the call for the zu

[hook: monk & ol' dirty bastard]
If your from the east and
You're with brooklyn zu
Su, that's the for your crew
If your from the coast and
You're down with zu
Su, that's the call for your

[buddha
Yo, I make myself with the 7-dotted temple
And the knowledge procedes to off like emmitt's missle
Its the rapfire comin from this lord, and sire
Cut like barbfire, ka-boom, just raise hands higher
I get off even if it's or war, y'all niggaz hit the floor
And iz bond, it still prescibes laws, hate the allegations
So, I slam on this with motivation and watch out for the zu

We could take it to anotha level, glock-block kills treble
Honey rebels, and all y'all betta end up in fuckin belleview
Yo, I that, I'm a God and I cut you no slack
You wanna act, then I attack and just split your wig
Your some lame ass rockin tommy hilfiger
With 3 sizes larger just to you look bigger
And all you people out there procrastinatin to stop the
You betta check up with your still and just the zu nation

[drunken dragon - zu
Now this, I hit you with the drunken dragon fist
Got the punk for your mind niggas in bliss
I look deep your eyes, diggin in your soul
out the inner thoughts, leave minds behold
I exactly what your thinking, I wait for you to blink
And I hit you with a round to make ego start sinking
I send wack ass back to class, learn something
So you can peep the real shit, and you can stop
On phony block, with your phony glock until you slip
niggaz burn the drama they put teks on your lips
Hey son, I just thought about shit
And you wanna be a gangsta rapper, boy you get the
The dragon, comin at you
And if I hear you say zu, I say "yo, who you? " 'cause

[buddha
Back the fuck up I use my gat
Spray two to your neck and four to your
It's the hardcore warrior, straight from
on my face it shows, no one meaner
Brooklyn zu killa on the swarm
I be in your area so the alarm
Monks in the front know not to fuckin
Knocking down niggaz, and the sees the lump
Shit is real, yes I'm hard like steel
I'm comin through your town so it's best you peel
For real, yes I get dirty with my
No slacks in my thoughts, no for my to trip up
Niggaz, crazy, I leave no fuckin traces
When I put it on that ass be desintegrated
lunatic with the style that's sick
Somebody in my click is bound to set a
hit, by this trife shit that I fix
I'm just the devil, I don't play no tricks, 'cause

[outro: monk, (ol' dirty bastard)]
1-1-2, frankin av.
Peace, to my nigga
(it's all good, all bad
Dirty runs for the next year, finally
neva see meeeeeee)
Zu zu zu zu zu zu zu
Suuuuuuuuuuu!!