Luyện nghe bài hát Gots Like Come on Thru

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

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

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

[hook: buddha monk & ol' bastard]
If from the east coast and
You're down 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

[buddha
Yo, I make myself official the 7-dotted temple
And the knowledge procedes to take off like emmitt's
Its the rapfire comin from lord, monk and sire
Cut like barbfire, ka-boom, just raise your higher
I get off even if it's battle or war, y'all niggaz hit the
And word iz bond, it still prescibes laws, 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 niggaz 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 split your wig back
Your some lame ass nigga rockin tommy
With 3 sizes larger just to make you look
And all you people out procrastinatin to stop the assassination
You betta check up with your and just watch 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
Pullin out the thoughts, leave minds behold
I know exactly your thinking, I wait for you to blink
And I hit you with a to make your ego start sinking
I send your wack ass back to class, learn
So you can peep the real shit, and you can fronting
On your phony block, your phony glock until you slip
niggaz burn the drama they put teks on your lips
Hey son, I thought about that shit
And you be a gangsta rapper, boy you get the dick
The dragon, comin at you
And if I hear you say zu, I say "yo, who you? " 'cause

[buddha
Back the up before I use my gat
Spray two to neck and four to your back
It's the hardcore warrior, from medina
on my face it shows, no one meaner
Brooklyn zu killa bees on the
I be in your so sound the alarm
Monks in the front know not to drunk
Knocking down niggaz, and the girl the lump
Shit is real, yes I'm hittin hard steel
I'm comin through your town so it's that you peel
For real, yes I get dirty with my
No slacks in my thoughts, no time for my to up
Niggaz, your crazy, I leave no fuckin
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
Your hit, by this trife shit I fix
I'm like the devil, I don't play no tricks, 'cause

[outro: monk, (ol' dirty bastard)]
1-1-2, 4-4-1 av.
Peace, to my wack
(it's all good, all bad
Dirty runs for the mayor year, finally
You'll see meeeeeee)
Zu zu zu zu zu zu zu
Suuuuuuuuuuu!!