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

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

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

I'm the kid with the arms

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

[Meth hook]
Back, and forth and forth
Back, back and forth and
Back, and forth and forth
As we go...
Back, back and forth and
Back, back and and forth
Back, back and and forth
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 niggas dobo
shae shae, chocolate shortae
Rich color mocks, rock all day
shit 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, bang out condos
Jeff from Hamo, ex three
Bancos, stank in plain clothes
Change those, bang those, old, same old

Yeah y'all, straight up this the jump off right
The gravel pit, word up represent, 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 ruthless
Grab the mic no excuses
In a sec, the techs and loot this
Executin, shakin all sets, and I'm all hecks
I'm all bets, move all best, who want the dram' next
You all stank, we got the bigger
Bigger shank to fill tank
Still the same 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, darts that quake
It's okay, all fakes, get caught by the
You the thrill, yes it's Park Hill
Yo we hit 'em the hot grits...
On the go, the flow, sayin Wu don't rock shit...
Stop quick, hold the gossip, sweatin my pockets
I hear the hot

over hook to end]