Luyện nghe bài hát Gravel Pit

1,2, 1,2, yo check this out, it's the off right now
I want everybody, to put your work down, put your guns
And report to the pit, the pit
Leave your problems at home, leave your children at
We gon' take it back underground, I be Boulders
Wu-Tang Clan on yo' mind one
It's the jump off, so jump off my nigga...

[HOOK: Paulissa
Check out my pit
A unraveling
Wu-Tang is the CD I travel with
Don't go against the grain if you can't it

Ha, cross from the land of the lost
Behold the pale horse, off (off course)
Follow me, Wu-Tang be
The best thing since in Clark Wallabees [ZZZH]
killers bees black watch (black watch)
On your radio, blowin out yo' [ZZZH]
From Park Hill, the house on haunted
Every you walk by your back get a chill [BLBLBH!]
peel, who want to talk rap skills
I spit like a semi-automatic to the (BOOM!)
Elbow grease, and room
Baby play me, baby fall down, go (BOOM!)
Party people round, count down to apocalypse (3, 2, 1...)

I'm the kid with the golden

And I'm the motherfuckin nikks (AAAAH!) pass the blunt
My don't front
You had it for a minute but it like a month [COUGH]
Now I'm chokin, smokin,
I croakin, from overdosin...
Hey kid, (walk as a I...)
Wu and Meth got you open (open), let's
stand niggas that floss too much
Can't Bentleys they cost too much
Kid wanna get up then kid get
Kid wanna stick up then kid get
I'm the one that called bluff
your boy tried to act tough...
Remember what Old Dirty said, fuck yo' ass up!
Now

[Meth over
Back, back and forth and
Back, and forth and forth
Back, back and forth and
As we go...
Back, and forth and forth
Back, back and forth and
Back, and forth and forth
As we go...

E with the English, styles extremist
Bald head run wild
It's the kid the gold cup
out like what
What's poppin, and y'all niggas
Blastin shae, chocolate shortae
Rich color mocks, rock all day
1960 I'm Goldie
That's right don't hold me
The world's greatest, Las Vegas, as rock
Skin painted on my face look
Perfect combos, Ghost bang out
Jeff from Hamo, ex bangos
Bancos, stank hoes in plain
those, bang those, same old, same old

Yeah y'all, straight up the jump off right here
The gravel pit, word up represent, the boulders
All my rich gangsta style, killers, y'all what time it is
do your thing, get up on that shit right now boo, do you
That's what I'm 'bout

Yo, step to my groove, move like
When we shoot the of course it's ruthless
Grab the mic no excuses
In a sec, the techs and loot this
Executin, shakin all sets, and I'm breakin all
I'm takin all bets, move all best, who want the dram'
You all stank, we got the bigger
Bigger to fill your tank
Still the same kill you for real, while you
Slide, do or die, fry to
Admire the greats, on wit a heart of hate
Bitter shark, every part I take, heavy that quake
okay, all fakes, get caught by the dropkicks
You know the thrill, yes Park Hill
Yo we hit 'em the hot grits...
On the go, check the flow, sayin Wu rock shit...
Stop quick, hold the gossip, stop my pockets
I hear the hot

[Meth over hook to