Luyện nghe bài hát Gots Like Come on Thru

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

Minds start to freeze, at
Its the wu-tang beez
Brooklyn zu, where we roll,
at yo' avenuez
36 chambaz at a theater 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 on through
Su, that's the of the wu
Zu, like come on through
Su, the call for the zu

[hook: buddha monk & ol' bastard]
If your the east coast and
You're down with zu
Su, that's the for your crew
If your from the west and
down with brooklyn zu
Su, the call for your 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 from this lord, and sire
Cut barbfire, ka-boom, just raise your hands higher
I get off even if battle or war, y'all niggaz hit the floor
And word iz bond, it still laws, hate the allegations
So, I slam on this nation with and watch out for the zu

We could take it to anotha level, glock-block that kills
Honey rebels, and all y'all niggaz betta end up in fuckin
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 rockin tommy hilfiger
With 3 sizes larger just to make you look
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 fist
Got the punk for your leavinz niggas in bliss
I deep into your eyes, diggin in your soul
Pullin out the inner thoughts, minds behold
I know what your thinking, I wait for you to blink
And I hit you with a round to make your ego start
I send your wack ass back to class, learn
So you can peep the real shit, and you can stop
On your phony block, with your glock until you slip
When burn the drama they put teks on your lips
Hey son, I just about that 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
the fuck up before I use my gat
Spray two to your neck and four to back
It's the warrior, straight from medina
Look on my face it shows, no one
Brooklyn zu bees on the swarm
I be in your area so sound the
Monks in the front know not to drunk
Knocking down niggaz, and the girl the lump
Shit is real, yes I'm hard like 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, crazy, I leave no fuckin traces
When I put it on that ass you'll be
Crazy lunatic with the style that's
in my click is bound to set a pick
Your hit, by this trife that I fix
I'm just like the devil, I don't no tricks, 'cause

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