Luyện nghe bài hát It's Yourz

Machine gun rap for all my in the back
packed, linebacker nigga, flash stacks
See through lines
Rock a fly in the summertime God
Magic rap, bleed Benetton
Relaxed, wrote this, comin at you crab ass
Snatch ya ice off, chillin in the back, throw the off
Waves, water blend, rhyme flow in slow
Thick snare, I'm feelin a snail in the ocean
What's your wish? Kringle like Kris?
single darts, snap a nigga just like fish
You up, some rich niggas you done test
Yo, select the wrong department, and niggas up your dress
Style, that
Canal chain, where ya vest at
Flex'll make me wanna bless
Yo, Hussain niggas
Light the torch, we flamin
Autograph that, flatten all the main

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

Yo, super physique, like Raphael Saadiq
Baby love the ganja leaf, of the week
Super friends wake up, deluxe beats
The night is right, I might find me a
It's a quarter moon, now I ride with my swoon
groomed, dance hall
Packed, full
Lady move, peep my glide, my zoom
Keep in stride, smoke the lye 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 eye-ballin 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 watts through my pre-amp
Them can't stress the beat vamp the shit'll get
At full throttle, hot lead throughout my nozzle
Crack your soul like bottles, leave you as models
You fag, you pull one drag...off my blunt
You couldn't your way out of a wet paper bag
With scissors in hands..bitch, the RZA
I stand close to walls, number four, The Lizard
And channel through so-lar panels, blast off like Roman
Rap vandals, stomp your ass like McDaniel
You cocker spaniel dogs, fuck with our catalog
Put your lights out and leave brain inside a fog

It's only natural, actual are thrown at you
The impact'll blow trees and crack statues
dollar rap crews fold, check the sick shit
Explicit, I ya rhyme til you can sniff it
We live this, hats low conceal the crooked eye
No surprise, verbal up, put em high
I, outlaw, split second on the draw
Blow the off this shit like bricks of C-4

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

Check out my beaver, baby blue in the safe
Seen Dorothy in the garden, gettin ski'd, row
We a belt Son, that's my word
a rapper run him down, throw him out in the third
Yo it
I like the man behind a register
Evergreen estates, Divine and Power made me treasurer
With third down, six to go flash his strobe
I'm open RZA hit me off lovely and I him
With beer thoughts, here's a tennis court
For birthday, the babyface of rap politic with Sade
Avenging eagle crooks, the "W" and "Spiegel" books
Annheiser Busch kings came through, and stopped whole jooks
Spitfire Kangols, watch Tony a gang of hoes
Painful, like hearin the news, when your man go
Ends blow, windy at times watch the room girl
to sit out this song, now watch your water break

(It's Yours!)
The world in the palm of your
(It's Yours!)
million of useful land
(It's Yours!)
The and the black woman
(It's Yours!)
Double LP from Clan
(It's Yours!)