Luyện nghe bài hát Gravel Pit

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

Paulissa Morgan]
Check out my pit
A mystery
is the CD that I travel with
Don't go against the if you can't handle it

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

I'm the kid the golden arms

And I'm the motherfuckin hott (AAAAH!) pass the blunt
My don't 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
Can't stand that 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 called bluff
When boy tried to act tough...
Remember what Old Dirty said, fuck yo' ass up!
Now

[Meth over
Back, and forth and forth
Back, back and forth and
Back, back and forth and
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 styles
Bald head beamers run
It's the kid the gold cup
out like what
What's poppin, and y'all niggas
Blastin shae shae, shortae
Rich mocks, rock those all day
1960 shit I'm
right motherfucker don't hold me
The greatest, Las Vegas, paid as rock
Skin painted on my face ageless
Perfect combos, Ghost out condos
Jeff from Hamo, ex bangos
Bancos, stank in plain clothes
Change those, bang those, same old, 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 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 of course it's ruthless
Grab the mic with no
In a sec, the techs and loot this
Executin, all sets, and I'm breakin all hecks
I'm takin all bets, move all best, who the dram' next
You all stank, we got the bigger
shank to fill your tank
Still the kill you for real, while you crank
Slide, do or die, fry to
Admire the greats, on fire wit a of hate
Bitter shark, every part I take, heavy that quake
It's okay, all fakes, get caught by the
You know the thrill, yes it's 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

[Meth over hook to