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 your down, put your guns down
And to the pit, the gravel pit
Leave your problems at home, your children at home
We gon' it back underground, I be Bobby Boulders
Clan on yo' mind one time
It's the off, so just jump off my nigga...

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

Ha, holla cross from the of the lost
Behold the pale horse, off (off course)
Follow me, Wu-Tang 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 you walk by your back get a chill [BLBLBH!]
Let's peel, who want to rap skills
I spit like a to the grill (BOOM!)
grease, and elbow room
Baby play me, fall down, go boom (BOOM!)
people gather round, count down to apocalypse (3, 2, 1...)

I'm the kid with the arms

And I'm the motherfuckin hott (AAAAH!) pass the blunt
My nigga don't
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 get up then kid get touched
Kid wanna up then kid get stuck
I'm the one that called your
your boy tried to act tough...
Remember what Old Dirty said, I'll yo' ass up!
Now

over hook]
Back, back and forth and
Back, back and and forth
Back, back and and forth
As we go...
Back, back and and forth
Back, back and and forth
Back, and forth and forth
As we go...

E with the English, styles extremist
head beamers run wild
It's the kid the gold cup
out like what
What's poppin, and y'all niggas
Blastin shae shae, chocolate
color mocks, rock those all day
1960 I'm Goldie
right motherfucker don't hold me
The world's greatest, Las Vegas, as rock
Skin painted on my face ageless
Perfect combos, Ghost out condos
from Hamo, ex three bangos
Bancos, hoes in plain clothes
Change those, 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, 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, to my groove, move like this
When we shoot the of course it's ruthless
the mic with no excuses
In a sec, grab the and loot this
Executin, shakin all sets, and I'm breakin all
I'm all bets, move all best, who want the dram' next
You all stank, we got the bigger
Bigger shank to your tank
Still the same kill you for real, while you
Slide, do or die, fry to
Admire the greats, on fire wit a heart of
Bitter shark, every part I take, darts 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 hear the hot

[Meth over to end]