Luyện nghe bài hát Gots Like Come on Thru

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

Minds start to freeze, at
Its the wu-tang killa
Brooklyn zu, we roll, manchuz
Comin at yo'
36 chambaz at a theater ya
(to all my muthafuckin in the place to be
And man to me)
We gon' take hip hop to level

[chorus: buddha monk & ol' bastard]
Wu, gots like on through
Su, that's the of the wu
Zu, gots like on through
Su, the call for the zu

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

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

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

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

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

[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!!