Luyện nghe bài hát It's Yourz

Machine gun rap for all my in the back
Stadium packed, linebacker nigga, flash
See yellow lines
Rock a fly in the summertime God
Magic marker rap, bleed
Relaxed, wrote this, at you crab ass culprits
Snatch ya ice off, in the back, throw the lights off
Waves, blend, rhyme flow in slow motion
Thick snare, I'm feelin like a snail in the
What's your wish? Kringle like Kris?
Melodic single darts, snap a nigga just fish
You fucked up, some rich niggas you test
Yo, the wrong department, and niggas pulled up your dress
Style, that
chain, nigga where ya vest at
Flex'll make me bless that
Yo, Saddam niggas
Light the torch, we niggas
Autograph that, flatten all the main

(It's Yours!)
The world in the palm of your
(It's Yours!)
million of useful land
(It's Yours!)
The seed and the black
(It's Yours!)
LP from Wu-Tang Clan
(It's Yours!)

Yo, super freak physique, Raphael Saadiq
Baby the ganja leaf, everyday of the week
Super friends wake up, deluxe gourmet
The is right, I might find me a suite
It's a quarter moon, now I ride with my swoon
groomed, dance hall
Packed, full
Lady move, peep my glide, peep my
Keep in stride, the lye smoke the boom
Feel the fumes, consume toxic
Hell bound, species ounce typhoon
The ultra-violet scream machine move your touch
The totem pole wobble, Ark builders God
Beams of light, stop ya breathin, it's season
Honey down for no reason
Grab her close, play post, wind and wax
Never the laws, cause tonight
[All] It's

Stop the fader of the RAM, blast more through my pre-amp
can't stress the beat vamp the shit'll get blammed
At full throttle, hot lead throughout my nozzle
Crack soul like bottles, leave you stiff as models
You fag, you couldn't one drag...off my blunt
You punch your way out of a wet paper bag
With in your hands..bitch, the RZA
I stand close to walls, like number four, The
And channel through panels, blast off like Roman Candles
Rap vandals, your ass like Wahoo McDaniel
You cocker dogs, can't fuck with our catalog
Put your lights out and leave your inside a fog

It's only natural, actual facts are at you
The impact'll trees back and crack statues
Million dollar rap fold, check the sick shit
Explicit, I crystallize ya til you can sniff it
We this, fitted hats low conceal the crooked eye
No surprise, verbal stick up, put em
Rebel I, outlaw, second on the draw
Blow the door off shit like bricks of C-4

(It's Yours!)
The world in the of your hand
(It's Yours!)
Twenty-three of useful land
(It's Yours!)
The seed and the black
(It's Yours!)
Double LP from Wu-Tang
(It's Yours!)

Check out my beaver, baby Glock in the safe
Seen Dorothy in the garden, ski'd, row eight
We hold a Son, that's my word
Spot a rapper run him down, throw him out in the
Yo it
I think like the man behind a
Evergreen estates, Divine and Power made me treasurer
With down, six to go flash his strobe lights
I'm open RZA hit me off and I love him
With root beer thoughts, a tennis court
For your birthday, the babyface of rap with Sade
Avenging crooks, rock the "W" and "Spiegel" books
Annheiser Busch kings came through, and your whole jooks
Kangols, watch Tony train a gang of hoes
Painful, hearin the news, like when your man go
Ends blow, windy at times watch the sheisty girl
Love to sit out this song, now watch your break

(It's Yours!)
The world in the of your hand
(It's Yours!)
Twenty-three million of useful
(It's Yours!)
The seed and the black
(It's Yours!)
Double LP from Wu-Tang
(It's Yours!)