Luyện nghe bài hát It's Yourz

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

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

Yo, super physique, like Raphael Saadiq
Baby love the leaf, everyday 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
Well groomed, hall
Packed, bloom
Lady move, my glide, peep my zoom
Keep in stride, the lye smoke the boom
Feel the fumes, toxic tunes
Hell bound, species forty typhoon
The ultra-violet scream machine move body touch
The totem pole wobble, Ark God rush
of light, stop ya breathin, it's huntin season
Honey down for no reason
Grab her close, post, wind and wax floors
Never the laws, cause tonight
[All] Your's

Stop the fader of the RAM, blast more through my pre-amp
Them can't the beat vamp the shit'll get blammed
At full throttle, hot lead throughout my nozzle
Crack your soul like bottles, leave you as models
You fag, you couldn't one drag...off my blunt
You couldn't punch your way out of a wet 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, your ass like Wahoo McDaniel
You cocker spaniel dogs, can't fuck with our
Put your lights out and your brain inside a fog

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

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

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

(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 woman
(It's Yours!)
Double LP from Wu-Tang
(It's Yours!)