Luyện nghe bài hát Iron Claw

[Chorus: Kendra
Don't, don't, don't, don't me
Don't, don't, don't, don't me
Don't, don't, don't, push me
Don't, don't, don't, push me

[Verse 1: Inspectah
Yo
Groundskeeper how I touch
No scene, so graphic I got a cutscene
Yeah, I go through it if I walk around it
because I do it before I talk about it
[?] cold water,
Black diamonds, dreams, gold Porsche
I'm on go, all the lights green
General official, what the stripes mean
You get clean like a countertop
I don't work in the beat, I'm a housing cop
How they thirst in the streets, it's like out rock
No publicity stunts before the album
What you see is real, you heard is false
All I in this world is my word and my balls
Money calling, stomach talking, often
Honeys hawking, haters hate, talking

[Chorus: Kendra
Don't, don't, don't, don't me
Don't, don't, don't, don't me
Don't, don't, don't, don't me
Don't, don't, don't, push me

[Verse 2: Killah]
Yeah, yo
We criminals on the
Get the billy club or the
stone I get right with
My game down to a tight knit
brolic, the story is polished
Not laces in my (Motherfuckers)
Yeah, yeah, and I'm not from
Got garlic for and fake niggas who came to gossip
You can't me with that bullshit, you ain't even my stylist
(You acting all big now) But you Christopher Wallace
See your girl on her knees, she just doing a
And the shit, you ain't gon' do nothing about it
Have a seat [?] you should be a [?]
See, these young niggas'll you
And of these niggas never heard of you
We a few things on the curb or two
Would've had you stretched out vertical

[Chorus: Morris]
Don't, don't, don't, don't me
Don't, don't, don't, don't me
Don't, don't, don't, push me
Don't, don't, don't, don't me
Don't, don't, don't, push me
Don't, don't, don't, don't me
Don't, don't, don't, push me
Don't, don't, don't, don't me

[Verse 3:
I'm an alien way past the Moon, you see
I had the shazam, the [?] was new to me
Lunacy, humans try to heckle
I got the [?], Bill Burr, I'm a rebel up
some wine and I poured it to my face
You don skinny jeans on 24-inch waist
Style like a [?] from [?] grandson
I call the shots I'm shooting with a [?] gun
Trailblazing, hair rising a man bun
I'm so psycho on mics, you so psycho in tights and
Turn on the [?] [?]
[?] Louise, I'm catching Ts
(Hey, one time, bro. Wait, what?) Nah, I like this take
Popping shit at Esoteric, that your life
I'm a [?] he [?]
Your future looking Bleek like you tryna be Jay's
You put the S in wordplay, you get
So you know the stabbing with my forté