Luyện nghe bài hát Iron Claw

[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

[Verse 1: Deck]
Yo
how I touch green
No love scene, so I got a cutscene
Yeah, I go through it if I walk around it
True because I do it I talk about it
[?] water, blowtorcher
Black diamonds, blue dreams, gold
I'm on go, all the lights green
General official, that's the stripes mean
You get wiped like a countertop
I work in the beat, I'm like a housing cop
How they thirst in the streets, like they out rock
No publicity stunts before the album
you see is real, what you heard is false
All I in this world is my word and my balls
Money calling, stomach talking, often
hawking, haters hate, funny talking

[Chorus: Morris]
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

[Verse 2: Ghostface
Yeah, yo
We on the nightshift
Get the billy club or the
Sublim stone I get with
My game down to a tight knit
Reputations brolic, the is polished
Not in my Adidas (Motherfuckers)
Yeah, yeah, and I'm not Hollis
Got garlic for and fake niggas who came to gossip
You can't 'dress me with that bullshit, you even my stylist
(You all big now) But you ain't Christopher Wallace
See your on her knees, she just doing a solid
And the funny shit, you ain't gon' do nothing it
Have a [?] you should be doing a [?]
See, these young murder you
And none of these niggas heard of you
We a few things on the curb or two
had you stretched out laying vertical

[Chorus: Morris]
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, 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

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