Luyện nghe bài hát Gravel Pit

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

[HOOK: Morgan]
out my gravel pit
A unraveling
Wu-Tang is the CD that I travel
Don't go against the grain if you handle it

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

I'm the kid with the golden

And I'm the hott nikks (AAAAH!) pass the blunt
My nigga front
You had it for a minute but it seem a month [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 that floss too much
stand Bentleys they cost too much
Kid get up then kid get touched
Kid wanna up then kid get stuck
I'm the one called your bluff
When boy tried to act tough...
Remember what Old Dirty said, I'll yo' ass up!
Now

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

E with the English, extinguish extremist
head beamers run wild
It's the kid with the cup
Stepped out what
What's poppin, and y'all niggas
shae shae, chocolate shortae
Rich mocks, rock those all day
1960 I'm Goldie
That's motherfucker don't hold me
The world's greatest, Las Vegas, paid as
Skin painted on my look ageless
Perfect combos, Ghost bang out
Jeff Hamo, ex three bangos
Bancos, stank in plain clothes
those, bang those, same 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 what time it is
Shorty do 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 gift of course ruthless
Grab the mic no excuses
In a sec, grab the and loot this
Executin, all sets, and I'm breakin all hecks
I'm all bets, move all best, who want the dram' next
You all stank, we got the bigger
Bigger to fill your tank
the same kill you for real, while you crank
Slide, do or die, fry to
Admire the greats, on fire wit a heart of
Bitter shark, every part I take, heavy darts quake
It's okay, all fakes, get caught by the
You know the thrill, yes Park Hill
Yo we hit 'em the hot grits...
On the go, check the flow, sayin Wu don't shit...
Stop quick, hold the gossip, sweatin my pockets
I hear the hot

[Meth hook to end]