Luyện nghe bài hát It's Yourz

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

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

Yo, freak physique, like Raphael Saadiq
love the ganja leaf, everyday of the week
Super wake up, deluxe gourmet beats
The night is right, I find me a suite
It's a quarter full moon, now I ride with my
Well groomed, dance
Packed, full
move, peep my glide, peep my zoom
Keep in stride, smoke the lye smoke the
Feel the fumes, toxic tunes
Hell bound, forty ounce typhoon
The ultra-violet machine move your body touch
The totem wobble, Ark builders God rush
of light, stop ya breathin, it's huntin season
Honey eye-ballin for no reason
Grab her close, play post, wind and wax
Never mind the laws, tonight
[All] Your's

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

It's only natural, actual are thrown at you
The impact'll blow back and crack statues
Million rap crews fold, check the sick shit
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, split second on the
Blow the off this shit like bricks of C-4

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

Check out my beaver, blue Glock in the safe
Seen Dorothy in the garden, gettin ski'd, row
We hold a belt Son, my word
Spot a rapper run him down, him out in the third
Yo it
I think the man behind a register
smokin estates, Divine and Power made me treasurer
With third down, six to go flash his strobe
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
eagle crooks, rock the "W" and "Spiegel" books
Annheiser Busch kings came through, and your whole jooks
Kangols, watch Tony train a gang of hoes
Painful, like hearin the news, like when man go
Ends blow, windy at watch the room sheisty girl
Love to sit out song, now watch your water break

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