Luyện nghe bài hát Gots Like Come on Thru

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

Minds start to freeze, at
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: monk & ol' dirty bastard]
Wu, gots like come on
Su, that's the of the wu
Zu, gots like come on
Su, that's the for the zu

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

[buddha
Yo, I make myself official with the 7-dotted
And the procedes to take off like emmitt's missle
Its the rapfire from 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 prescibes laws, hate the allegations
So, I slam on nation with motivation and watch out for the zu

We take it to anotha level, glock-block that kills treble
Honey rebels, and all y'all niggaz betta end up in 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 rockin tommy hilfiger
3 sizes larger just to make you look bigger
And all you out there procrastinatin 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 dragon fist
Got the punk for mind leavinz niggas in bliss
I look deep into your eyes, diggin in your
out the inner thoughts, leave minds behold
I know exactly what thinking, I wait for you to blink
And I hit you with a round to make your ego sinking
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 phony glock until you slip
When niggaz burn the drama put teks on your lips
Hey son, I just thought about that
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 you? "

[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 your area so sound the
Monks in the front not to fuckin drunk
Knocking down niggaz, and the sees the lump
Shit is real, yes I'm hard like steel
I'm comin through your town so it's best that you
For real, yes I get dirty my skill
No in my thoughts, no time for my to trip up
Niggaz, your crazy, I leave no traces
When I put it on ass you'll be desintegrated
Crazy lunatic with the style that's
Somebody in my is bound to set a pick
Your hit, by this trife shit I fix
I'm just 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 runs for the mayor next year,
neva see meeeeeee)
Zu zu zu zu zu zu zu
Suuuuuuuuuuu!!