Luyện nghe bài hát Gots Like Come on Thru

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

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

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

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

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

We could take it to anotha level, glock-block 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 attack and just your wig back
Your some lame ass nigga rockin hilfiger
With 3 sizes just to make you look bigger
And all you people out there to stop the assassination
You betta check up with still and just watch the zu nation

[drunken - zu manchuz]
Now take this, I hit you with the drunken fist
Got the punk for your leavinz niggas in bliss
I look deep into your eyes, diggin in your
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 make your ego start
I send your ass back 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 they put teks on your lips
Hey son, I just thought about shit
And you wanna be a gangsta rapper, boy you get the
The drunken dragon, 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 to your back
It's the warrior, straight from medina
Look on my face it shows, no one
Brooklyn zu killa bees on the
I be in your 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 steel
I'm comin through your town so it's best 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 you'll be
Crazy lunatic the style that's sick
Somebody in my click is to set a pick
Your hit, by trife shit that I fix
I'm just the devil, I don't 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 mayor year, finally
neva see meeeeeee)
Zu zu zu zu zu zu zu
Suuuuuuuuuuu!!