Luyện nghe bài hát Iron Claw

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

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

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

[Verse 2: Ghostface
Yeah, yo
We on the nightshift
Get the billy club or the
Sublim stone I get right
My murder down to a tight knit
Reputations brolic, the is polished
Not laces in my (Motherfuckers)
Yeah, yeah, and I'm not Hollis
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 girl on her knees, she just doing a solid
And the shit, you ain't gon' do nothing about it
Have a seat [?] you be doing a [?]
See, these young murder you
And none of these never heard of you
We popped a few on the curb or two
Would've had you stretched out laying

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

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