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, where we roll,
Comin at yo'
36 at a theater near ya
(to all my niggaz in the place to be
And man to me)
We gon' hip hop to anotha level

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

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

monk]
Yo, I myself official with 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, raise your hands higher
I get off even if it's battle or war, y'all niggaz hit the
And word iz bond, it still laws, hate the allegations
So, I on this nation with motivation and watch out for the zu

We could take it to level, glock-block that kills treble
Honey rebels, and all y'all niggaz betta end up in fuckin
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 nigga rockin hilfiger
With 3 larger just to make you look bigger
And all you people out there procrastinatin to the assassination
You betta check up with your still and just watch the zu

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

[buddha
Back the up before I use my gat
Spray two to your neck and four to your
It's the hardcore warrior, straight from
Look on my face it shows, no one
Brooklyn zu bees on the swarm
I be in your area so the alarm
Monks in the front know not to fuckin
Knocking niggaz, and the girl sees the lump
Shit is real, yes I'm hittin hard steel
I'm comin through town so it's best that you peel
For real, yes I get dirty my skill
No in my thoughts, no time for my to trip up
Niggaz, your crazy, I leave no traces
I put it on that ass you'll be desintegrated
Crazy lunatic with the that's sick
Somebody in my click is to set a pick
Your hit, by this trife shit 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 wack
(it's all good, all bad
Dirty runs for the next year, finally
You'll see meeeeeee)
Zu zu zu zu zu zu zu
Suuuuuuuuuuu!!