Luyện nghe bài hát Gravel Pit

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

[HOOK: Paulissa
out my gravel pit
A unraveling
is the CD that I travel with
Don't go against the if you can't handle it

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

I'm the kid with the arms

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

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Back, back and and forth
Back, back and and forth
Back, back and and forth
As we go...
Back, back and and forth
Back, and forth and forth
Back, and forth and forth
As we go...

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

Yeah y'all, straight up this the jump off right
The gravel pit, word up represent, rock the
All my rich gangsta style, killers, y'all know what it is
Shorty do your thing, get up on that right now boo, do you
That's what I'm '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, all sets, and I'm breakin 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 tank
Still the same you for real, while you crank
Slide, do or die, fry to
the greats, on fire wit a heart of hate
Bitter shark, every 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, check the flow, sayin Wu rock shit...
Stop quick, hold the gossip, stop sweatin my
I hear the hot

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