Luyện nghe bài hát High Price, Small Reward

I wiped the chrome off wit the dust
'Fore I off
What's the cause, loss, high price to pay
For a reward, kill for that Bushwick and Horsely broad
I provided the cables, through to boost the mini-pack
Based on the drama unfolding in a
I hold back, I spare no one
Swords swing like shogun, now who it?
You see the truth, then act it
Or feel the fire's view
a MC that I hit can pull through
That niggas are like kid, plastic tools
Unaware of the most-year dynastic rule, stupid!

Killa]
Without a doubt, it's in the heart where the best darts were
Sittin at the window of the grand old
Youths thirst for knowledge, I teach but heat
'cause some savage niggas are lost beyond
homes breed seeds of no guidance
Left to the streets and experiment wit devilish men
Violent, felon offenders, supreme
bomb holders let em off and explode
The battefield the daunting
Wu-Tang deadly emits six pence
rifle, barrel pointed, elastic noose
Plastic wrapped stifle, survival
Tribal, title secret
?Archual? subliminal message
Bitch holdin on labels
Mic cables, capable of slowin down jets on
you straight through continuously
Justice, wit more of the critical
long overdue, now served by the chiefs on cheat
Drummer is the street prophecies fulfilled
chill, currents to the invited
Bang for the 'phones, live on they way home
poems from clones, we got it sewn