Luyện nghe bài hát Gravel Pit

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

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

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

I'm the kid with the golden

And I'm the motherfuckin hott (AAAAH!) pass the blunt
My don't front
You had it for a minute but it seem like a month
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
stand niggas that floss too much
Can't Bentleys they cost too much
Kid get up then kid get touched
Kid wanna stick up kid get stuck
I'm the one that called your
When your boy to act tough...
what Old Dirty said, I'll fuck yo' ass up!
Now

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

E with the English, extinguish styles
Bald head beamers run
the kid with the gold cup
Stepped out like
What's poppin, and y'all dobo
Blastin shae shae, shortae
Rich mocks, rock those all day
shit I'm Goldie
That's right motherfucker hold me
The world's greatest, Las Vegas, as rock
Skin painted on my look ageless
Perfect combos, Ghost bang out
Jeff Hamo, ex three bangos
Bancos, hoes in plain clothes
those, bang those, same old, same old

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

Yo, step to my groove, move like
When we shoot the gift of course ruthless
Grab the mic no excuses
In a sec, grab the techs and loot
Executin, shakin all sets, and I'm all hecks
I'm takin all bets, move all best, who want the dram'
You all stank, we got the bank
Bigger shank to fill your
Still the same kill you for real, while you
Slide, do or die, fry to
Admire the greats, on fire wit a heart of
Bitter shark, every part I take, darts that quake
It's okay, all fakes, get by the dropkicks
You know the thrill, yes Park Hill
Yo we hit 'em the hot grits...
On the go, check the flow, Wu don't rock shit...
Stop quick, hold the gossip, stop my pockets
I hear the hot

[Meth over to end]