Luyện nghe bài hát Gravel Pit

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

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

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

I'm the kid with the golden

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

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

E with the English, styles extremist
Bald beamers run wild
It's the kid the gold cup
Stepped out what
What's poppin, and y'all niggas
Blastin shae shae, chocolate
color mocks, rock those all day
1960 shit I'm
That's right don't hold me
The world's greatest, Las Vegas, as rock
Skin painted on my face ageless
Perfect combos, Ghost bang out
Jeff from Hamo, ex bangos
Bancos, hoes in plain clothes
Change those, bang those, old, same old

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

Yo, step to my groove, move like
we shoot the gift of course it's ruthless
Grab the mic with no
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 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
okay, all fakes, get caught by the dropkicks
You know the thrill, yes it's Park
Yo we hit 'em the hot grits...
On the go, the flow, sayin Wu don't rock shit...
Stop quick, hold the gossip, stop sweatin my
I the hot shit

[Meth hook to end]