Luyện nghe bài hát Gravel Pit

1,2, 1,2, yo check this out, it's the off right now
I want everybody, to put your work down, put guns 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 off, so just jump off my nigga...

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

Ha, holla cross from the of the lost
Behold the horse, off course (off course)
me, Wu-Tang gotta be
The best since stocks in Clark Wallabees [ZZZH]
African killers bees watch (black watch)
On your radio, blowin out yo' watts
From Hill, the house on haunted hill
Every time you by your back get a chill [BLBLBH!]
Let's peel, who want to talk rap
I spit like a semi-automatic to the (BOOM!)
grease, and elbow 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 arms

And I'm the motherfuckin hott nikks (AAAAH!) pass the
My don't front
You had it for a minute but it seem like a [COUGH]
Now I'm chokin, smokin,
I croakin, from overdosin...
Hey kid, (walk as a I...)
Wu and Meth got you open (open), ride
Can't niggas that floss too much
Can't stand Bentleys they too much
Kid wanna get up kid get touched
Kid wanna up then kid get stuck
I'm the one that your bluff
your boy tried to act tough...
Remember Old Dirty said, I'll fuck 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, and forth and forth
Back, back and and forth
Back, and forth and forth
As we go...

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

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

Yo, to my groove, move like this
When we shoot the gift of course it's
the mic with no excuses
In a sec, grab the techs and loot
Executin, shakin all sets, and I'm breakin all
I'm takin all bets, move all best, who want the dram'
You all stank, we got the bank
shank to fill your tank
Still the kill you for real, while you crank
Slide, do or die, fry to
Admire the greats, on wit a heart of hate
Bitter shark, part I take, heavy darts that quake
okay, all fakes, get caught by the dropkicks
You the thrill, yes it's Park Hill
Yo we hit 'em the hot grits...
On the go, check the flow, sayin Wu rock shit...
quick, hold the gossip, stop sweatin my pockets
I the hot shit

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