Luyện nghe bài hát Gravel Pit

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

[HOOK: Paulissa
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)
me, Wu-Tang gotta be
The best thing since stocks in Wallabees [ZZZH]
African bees black watch (black watch)
On your radio, blowin out yo' [ZZZH]
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 spit like a semi-automatic to the (BOOM!)
grease, and elbow room
Baby play me, baby fall down, go (BOOM!)
people gather round, count down to apocalypse (3, 2, 1...)

I'm the kid with the golden

And I'm the motherfuckin hott nikks (AAAAH!) pass the
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 Meth got you open (open), let's
Can't stand that floss too much
Can't Bentleys they cost too much
Kid get up then 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

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Back, back and and forth
Back, back and forth and
Back, and forth 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 head beamers run
the kid with the gold cup
Stepped out what
What's poppin, and y'all dobo
Blastin shae shae, shortae
Rich mocks, rock those all day
1960 I'm Goldie
That's motherfucker don't hold me
The world's greatest, Las Vegas, as rock
Skin painted on my face ageless
Perfect combos, bang out condos
Jeff Hamo, ex three bangos
Bancos, stank in plain clothes
Change those, bang those, old, same old

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

Yo, step to my groove, like this
When we the gift 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
shank to fill your 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, heavy darts quake
okay, all fakes, get caught by the dropkicks
You know the thrill, yes it's 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 the hot shit

[Meth over to end]