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: Deck]
Yo
Groundskeeper how I green
No love scene, so graphic I got a
Yeah, I go it if I can't walk around it
True because I do it before I about it
[?] cold water,
Black diamonds, blue dreams, Porsche
I'm always on go, all the green
official, that's what the stripes mean
You get wiped like a countertop
I don't work in the beat, I'm a housing cop
How they thirst in the streets, like they out rock
No publicity stunts before the drop
you see is real, what you heard is false
All I have in this is my word and my balls
calling, stomach talking, hungry often
Honeys hawking, haters hate, funny

Kendra 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 criminals on the
Get the billy club or the
stone I get right with
My game down to a tight knit
Reputations brolic, the story is
Not laces in my (Motherfuckers)
Yeah, yeah, and I'm not Hollis
Got garlic for vampires and fake niggas who to gossip
You can't 'dress me with bullshit, you ain't even my stylist
(You acting all big now) But you ain't Christopher
See your on her knees, she just doing a solid
And the funny shit, you ain't gon' do about it
Have a seat [?] you be doing a [?]
See, these young niggas'll you
And none of these niggas never of you
We popped a few on the curb or two
Would've had you stretched out vertical

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

3: Esoteric]
I'm an alien way past the Moon, you see
I had the shazam, the [?] was new to me
Lunacy, puny 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 jeans on 24-inch waist
Style wild like a [?] [?] grandson
I call the like I'm shooting with a [?] gun
Trailblazing, rising like a man bun
I'm so on mics, you so psycho in tights and heels
Turn on the [?] [?]
[?] Louise, I'm catching Ts
(Hey, one time, bro. Wait, what?) Nah, I like this take
Popping at Esoteric, that your life mistake
I'm a [?] he [?]
Your future Bleek like you tryna be Jay's friend
You put the S in wordplay, you get
So you know the tracks with my forté