Luyện nghe bài hát Gots Like Come on Thru

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

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

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

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

monk]
Yo, I myself official with the 7-dotted temple
And the knowledge procedes to off like emmitt's missle
Its the rapfire comin this lord, monk and sire
Cut like barbfire, ka-boom, just raise 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 slam on 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 belleview
Yo, I that, I'm a God and I cut you no slack
You wanna act, then I attack and just split wig back
Your some ass nigga rockin 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 still and just watch the zu nation

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

[buddha
the fuck up before I use my gat
Spray two to neck and four to your back
the hardcore warrior, straight from medina
Look on my face it shows, no one
Brooklyn zu killa on the swarm
I be in your so sound the alarm
Monks in the know not to fuckin drunk
down niggaz, and the girl sees the lump
Shit is real, yes I'm hittin hard steel
I'm comin through your town so it's best you peel
For real, yes I get dirty my skill
No slacks in my thoughts, no for my to trip up
Niggaz, your crazy, I no fuckin traces
When I put it on ass you'll be desintegrated
Crazy lunatic with the 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: buddha monk, (ol' bastard)]
1-1-2, 4-4-1 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!!