Luyện nghe bài hát Gots Like Come on Thru

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

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

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

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

monk]
Yo, I myself official with the 7-dotted temple
And the knowledge to take off like emmitt's missle
Its the rapfire comin from this lord, monk and
Cut like barbfire, ka-boom, raise your hands higher
I get off even if it's battle or war, niggaz hit the floor
And word iz bond, it still prescibes laws, the allegations
So, I slam on this 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 fuckin
Yo, I that, I'm a God and I cut you no slack
You wanna act, then I attack and split your wig back
Your some ass nigga rockin tommy 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 your and just watch the zu nation

[drunken - zu manchuz]
Now take this, I hit you the drunken dragon fist
Got the punk for mind leavinz niggas in bliss
I look deep into eyes, diggin in your soul
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 ego start sinking
I your wack ass back to class, learn something
So you can peep the real shit, and you can fronting
On your phony block, with phony glock until you slip
When niggaz burn the drama they put teks on lips
Hey son, I just about that shit
And you be a gangsta rapper, boy you get the dick
The drunken dragon, at you
And if I hear you say zu, I say "yo, who you? " 'cause

[buddha
Back the up before I use my gat
Spray two to your neck and to your back
It's the hardcore warrior, from medina
on my face it shows, no one meaner
Brooklyn zu killa on the swarm
I be in your area so sound the
Monks in the front not to fuckin drunk
down niggaz, and the girl sees the lump
Shit is real, yes I'm hittin like 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, crazy, I leave no fuckin traces
I put it on that ass you'll be desintegrated
Crazy lunatic with the style that's
in my click is bound to set a pick
Your hit, by this trife that I fix
I'm just like the devil, I don't no tricks, 'cause

[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 next year,
You'll see meeeeeee)
Zu zu zu zu zu zu zu
Suuuuuuuuuuu!!