Luyện nghe bài hát Gravel Pit

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

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

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

I'm the kid with the arms

And I'm the motherfuckin hott (AAAAH!) pass the blunt
My nigga don't
You had it for a but it seem 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), let's ride
Can't stand niggas floss too much
Can't stand Bentleys cost too much
Kid get up then kid get touched
Kid wanna stick up then kid get
I'm the one that your bluff
When boy tried to act tough...
Remember Old Dirty said, I'll fuck yo' ass up!
Now

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

E the English, extinguish 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 shae, shortae
Rich color mocks, those all day
1960 I'm Goldie
That's 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, hoes in plain clothes
those, bang those, same old, same old

Yeah y'all, straight up this the jump off right
The gravel pit, up represent, rock the boulders
All my gangsta 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, move like
When we shoot the gift of it's ruthless
Grab the mic with no
In a sec, grab the techs and loot
Executin, all sets, and I'm breakin all hecks
I'm takin all bets, all best, who want the dram' next
You all stank, we got the bigger
Bigger shank to your tank
Still the same kill you for real, you crank
Slide, do or die, fry to
the greats, on fire wit a heart of hate
Bitter shark, every part I take, heavy 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...
quick, hold the gossip, stop sweatin my pockets
I hear the hot

[Meth over to end]