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 down, put your guns down
And report to the pit, the pit
Leave your at home, leave your children at home
We take it back underground, I be Bobby Boulders
Wu-Tang Clan on yo' one time
It's the jump off, so just off my nigga...

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

Ha, holla cross from the of the lost
the pale horse, off course (off course)
Follow me, gotta be
The best thing since in Clark Wallabees [ZZZH]
African killers bees watch (black watch)
On radio, blowin out yo' watts [ZZZH]
From Park Hill, the on haunted hill
Every time you walk by your back get a [BLBLBH!]
Let's peel, who want to talk rap
I spit like a to the grill (BOOM!)
Elbow grease, and room
play me, baby fall down, go boom (BOOM!)
Party people gather round, count to apocalypse (3, 2, 1...)

I'm the kid the golden arms

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

[Meth hook]
Back, back and and forth
Back, back and and forth
Back, and forth and forth
As we go...
Back, back and and forth
Back, and forth and forth
Back, back and and forth
As we go...

E with the English, extinguish styles
Bald beamers run wild
It's the kid the gold cup
Stepped out what
What's poppin, and niggas dobo
Blastin shae shae, shortae
Rich mocks, rock those all day
1960 shit I'm
right motherfucker don't hold me
The greatest, Las Vegas, paid as rock
Skin on my face look ageless
Perfect combos, bang out condos
Jeff from Hamo, ex bangos
Bancos, stank hoes in clothes
Change those, those, same old, same old

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

Yo, step to my groove, like this
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 next
You all stank, we got the bigger
Bigger to fill your tank
Still the kill you for real, while you crank
Slide, do or die, fry to
Admire the greats, on fire wit a heart of
Bitter shark, part I take, heavy darts 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, the flow, sayin Wu don't rock shit...
Stop quick, hold the gossip, sweatin my pockets
I hear the hot

[Meth over to end]