Luyện nghe bài hát It's Yourz

Machine gun rap for all my in the back
Stadium packed, linebacker nigga, stacks
See yellow lines
a fly jersey in the summertime God
Magic rap, bleed Benetton
Relaxed, wrote this, comin at you ass culprits
Snatch ya ice off, chillin in the back, throw the off
Waves, blend, rhyme flow in slow motion
Thick snare, I'm like a snail in the ocean
your wish? Wanna Kringle like Kris?
Melodic single darts, a nigga just like fish
You up, some rich niggas you done test
Yo, select the wrong department, and niggas up your dress
Style, molest
chain, nigga where ya vest at
Flex'll make me bless that
Yo, Saddam Hussain
the torch, we flamin niggas
Autograph that, flatten all the niggas

(It's Yours!)
The world in the palm of your
(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 freak physique, Raphael Saadiq
Baby love the ganja leaf, everyday of the
friends wake up, deluxe gourmet beats
The night is right, I find me a suite
It's a full moon, now I ride with my swoon
Well groomed, dance
Packed, bloom
move, peep my glide, peep my zoom
Keep in stride, smoke the lye smoke the
Feel the fumes, consume tunes
Hell bound, species forty typhoon
The ultra-violet scream move your body touch
The totem pole wobble, Ark God rush
Beams of light, stop ya breathin, it's season
Honey down for no reason
Grab her close, play post, wind and wax
mind the laws, cause tonight
[All] Your's

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

It's natural, actual facts are thrown at you
The impact'll blow trees and crack statues
Million dollar rap crews fold, check the sick
Explicit, I crystallize ya 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 door off this shit bricks of C-4

(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!)

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

(It's Yours!)
The in the palm of your hand
(It's Yours!)
million of useful land
(It's Yours!)
The seed and the woman
(It's Yours!)
Double LP Wu-Tang Clan
(It's Yours!)