Luyện nghe bài hát High Price, Small Reward

I the chrome off wit the dust cloth
I bust off
What's the cause, loss, high price to pay
For a small reward, kill for Bushwick and Horsely broad
I the jump cables, through to boost the mini-pack
Based on the unfolding in a track
I dont' hold back, I no one
Swords swing shogun, now who want it?
You see the truth, then act it
Or feel the fire's fore
Ain't a MC that I hit can through
That are like kid, flashin plastic tools
Unaware of the most-year dynastic rule, stupid!

Killa]
Without a doubt, it's in the heart where the best darts were
at the window of the grand old earths
Youths thirst for knowledge, I teach but hold
'cause some niggas are lost beyond reach
Broken breed seeds of no guidance
Left to wonder the and experiment wit devilish men
Violent, offenders, supreme folders
One-twenty bomb let em off and explode
The haunting the daunting
Wu-Tang deadly emits six pence
rifle, barrel pointed, elastic noose
Plastic wrapped stifle, survival
Tribal, secret rival
subliminal message throwin
Bitch niggas holdin on
Mic cables, of slowin down jets on deck
you straight through continuously
Justice, wit of the critical penital
long overdue, now served by the chiefs on cheat
Drummer bills is the street fulfilled
chill, currents to the invited
Bang for the 'phones, live on they way home
Snatch poems from clones, we got it