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 at a theater near ya
(to all my muthafuckin niggaz in the to be
And man to me)
We gon' take hip hop to level

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

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

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

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

[drunken dragon - zu
Now take this, I hit you with the dragon fist
Got the punk for your leavinz niggas in bliss
I look deep into your eyes, in your soul
out the inner thoughts, leave minds behold
I know what 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
When niggaz the drama they put teks on your lips
Hey son, I just thought about that
And you be a gangsta rapper, boy you get the dick
The drunken dragon, at you
And if I you say brooklyn zu, I say "yo, who you? " 'cause

[buddha
Back the up before I use my gat
Spray two to your and four to your back
It's the hardcore warrior, from medina
Look on my it shows, no one meaner
Brooklyn zu bees on the swarm
I be in your so sound the alarm
in the front know not to fuckin drunk
Knocking niggaz, and the girl sees the lump
Shit is real, yes I'm hittin hard steel
I'm comin your town so it's best that you peel
For real, yes I get with my skill
No slacks in my thoughts, no for my to trip up
Niggaz, your crazy, I leave no fuckin
When I put it on that ass be desintegrated
Crazy lunatic the style that's sick
Somebody in my is bound to set a pick
hit, by this trife shit that I fix
I'm just like the devil, I 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 for the mayor next year, finally
neva see meeeeeee)
Zu zu zu zu zu zu zu
Suuuuuuuuuuu!!