Luyện nghe bài hát It's Yourz

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

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

Yo, super physique, like Raphael Saadiq
Baby love the ganja leaf, everyday of the
Super friends up, deluxe gourmet beats
The night is right, I might find me a
It's a quarter full moon, now I ride my swoon
Well groomed, dance
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 machine move your body
The totem wobble, Ark builders God rush
Beams of light, stop ya breathin, it's huntin
Honey eye-ballin down for no
Grab her close, play post, wind and wax
mind the laws, cause tonight
[All] It's

Stop the fader of the RAM, blast more watts my pre-amp
Them can't stress the beat vamp the get blammed
At full throttle, hot propels throughout my nozzle
Crack your soul bottles, leave you stiff as models
You fag, you couldn't 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, like number four, The
And through so-lar panels, blast off like Roman Candles
Rap vandals, your ass like Wahoo McDaniel
You cocker spaniel dogs, can't fuck with our
Put your lights out and leave your inside a fog

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

(It's Yours!)
The world in the of your hand
(It's Yours!)
Twenty-three million of land
(It's Yours!)
The and the black woman
(It's Yours!)
Double LP from Clan
(It's Yours!)

Check out my beaver, baby Glock in the safe
Seen Dorothy in the garden, gettin ski'd, row
We hold a belt Son, that's my
a rapper run him down, throw him out in the third
Yo it
I think like the man behind a
Evergreen smokin estates, Divine and Power me treasurer
With down, six to go flash his strobe lights
I'm open RZA hit me off lovely and I him
With root beer thoughts, a tennis court
For your birthday, the babyface of rap politic Sade
Avenging eagle crooks, rock the "W" and "Spiegel"
Annheiser Busch kings came through, and your whole jooks
Spitfire Kangols, Tony train a gang of hoes
Painful, hearin the news, like when your man go
Ends blow, windy at times watch the 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 black
(It's Yours!)
Double LP from Clan
(It's Yours!)