Luyện nghe bài hát Gots Like Come on Thru

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

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

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

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

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

We could it to anotha level, glock-block that kills treble
rebels, and all y'all niggaz betta end up in fuckin 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 your still and 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 look deep into your eyes, in your soul
Pullin out the inner thoughts, minds behold
I know exactly what your thinking, I wait for you to
And I hit you a round to make your ego start sinking
I send your wack ass back to class, learn
So you can peep the real shit, and you can fronting
On your phony block, your phony glock until you slip
When niggaz burn the drama they put teks on your
Hey son, I just thought 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 " 'cause

[buddha
the fuck up before I use my gat
Spray two to neck and four to your back
It's the hardcore warrior, straight medina
Look on my face it shows, no one
Brooklyn zu bees on the swarm
I be in area so sound the alarm
Monks in the front know not to fuckin
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 that you peel
For real, yes I get dirty with my
No slacks in my thoughts, no time for my to up
Niggaz, your crazy, I no fuckin traces
When I put it on ass you'll be desintegrated
Crazy lunatic with the style that's
Somebody in my click is to set a pick
Your hit, by this trife shit I fix
I'm just like the devil, I don't play no tricks,

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