Luyện nghe bài hát Gots Like Come on Thru

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

Minds to freeze, at ease
Its the killa beez
Brooklyn zu, where we roll,
at yo' avenuez
36 chambaz at a near ya
(to all my muthafuckin in the place to be
And man to me)
We gon' hip hop to anotha level

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

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

[buddha
Yo, I make official with the 7-dotted temple
And the knowledge to take off like emmitt's missle
Its the rapfire comin from this lord, and sire
Cut like barbfire, ka-boom, raise your hands higher
I get off if it's battle or war, y'all niggaz hit the floor
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 anotha level, glock-block kills treble
Honey rebels, and all niggaz betta end up in fuckin belleview
Yo, I that, I'm a God and I cut you no slack
You act, then I attack and just split your wig back
Your some lame ass nigga rockin tommy
With 3 sizes larger just to make you look
And all you out there procrastinatin to stop the assassination
You betta check up your still and just watch the zu nation

[drunken - zu manchuz]
Now this, I hit you with the drunken dragon fist
Got the punk for your leavinz niggas in bliss
I look deep into your eyes, diggin in your
Pullin out the inner thoughts, leave minds
I know exactly what your thinking, I for you to blink
And I hit you with a round to make your ego sinking
I send your wack ass to class, learn something
So you can the real shit, and you can stop fronting
On your phony block, with your phony glock you slip
When niggaz burn the drama they put teks on your
Hey son, I just thought about shit
And you wanna be a gangsta rapper, boy you get the
The dragon, comin 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 neck and four to your
It's the hardcore warrior, straight from
Look on my it shows, no one meaner
zu killa bees on the swarm
I be in area so sound the alarm
Monks in the front know not to fuckin
Knocking down niggaz, and the sees the lump
Shit is real, yes I'm hittin hard like
I'm comin through town so it's best that you peel
For real, yes I get dirty with my
No slacks in my thoughts, no for my to trip up
Niggaz, your crazy, I no fuckin traces
When I put it on that ass be desintegrated
Crazy lunatic with the style that's
Somebody in my click is bound to set a
Your hit, by this trife 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 wack
(it's all good, all bad
Dirty for the mayor next year, finally
You'll see meeeeeee)
Zu zu zu zu zu zu zu
Suuuuuuuuuuu!!