Luyện nghe bài hát It's Yourz

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

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

Yo, super freak physique, like Raphael
love the ganja leaf, everyday of the week
Super friends wake up, deluxe gourmet
The night is right, I might find me a
It's a quarter full moon, now I ride my swoon
groomed, dance hall
Packed, full
Lady move, peep my glide, my zoom
Keep in stride, the lye smoke the boom
Feel the fumes, consume toxic
Hell bound, species ounce typhoon
The ultra-violet scream move your body touch
The pole wobble, Ark builders God rush
Beams of light, ya breathin, it's huntin season
Honey eye-ballin down for no
Grab her close, play post, wind and wax
mind the laws, cause tonight
[All] It's

Stop the of the RAM, blast more 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 like bottles, leave you stiff as models
You fag, you pull one drag...off my blunt
You punch your way out of a wet paper bag
With scissors in hands..bitch, the RZA
I stand close to walls, like four, The Lizard
And channel so-lar panels, blast off like Roman Candles
Rap vandals, stomp your ass like Wahoo
You cocker dogs, can't fuck with our catalog
Put your out and leave your brain inside a fog

It's natural, actual facts are thrown at you
The blow trees back and crack statues
Million dollar rap crews fold, the sick shit
Explicit, I crystallize ya til you can sniff it
We live this, fitted hats low the crooked eye
No surprise, verbal up, put em high
Rebel I, outlaw, split second on the
Blow the door off this shit like 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 from Wu-Tang
(It's Yours!)

out my beaver, baby blue Glock in the safe
Seen Dorothy in the garden, ski'd, row eight
We hold a 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 smokin estates, Divine and made me treasurer
With third down, six to go flash his strobe
I'm open RZA hit me off and I love him
With root beer thoughts, here's a tennis
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
Kangols, watch Tony train a gang of hoes
Painful, like hearin the news, like when man go
Ends blow, at times watch the room sheisty girl
to sit out this song, now watch your water break

(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 Clan
(It's Yours!)