Luyện nghe bài hát It's Yourz

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

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

Yo, super physique, like Raphael Saadiq
Baby the ganja leaf, everyday of the week
Super wake up, deluxe gourmet beats
The night is right, I might me a suite
It's a quarter full moon, now I with my swoon
Well groomed, hall
Packed, bloom
move, peep my glide, peep my zoom
Keep in stride, the lye smoke the boom
the fumes, consume toxic tunes
Hell bound, species forty ounce
The ultra-violet scream machine move your body
The pole wobble, Ark builders God rush
Beams of light, ya breathin, it's huntin season
Honey eye-ballin for no reason
Grab her close, play post, and wax floors
Never mind the laws, cause
[All] Your's

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

only natural, actual facts are thrown at you
The blow trees back and crack statues
dollar 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 on the draw
Blow the door off this shit like of C-4

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

out my beaver, baby 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 like the man behind a
smokin estates, Divine and Power made me treasurer
With third down, six to go his strobe 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 politic with
Avenging eagle crooks, rock the "W" and "Spiegel"
Annheiser Busch kings came through, and stopped whole jooks
Spitfire Kangols, watch Tony train a gang of
Painful, like hearin the news, when your man go
blow, windy at times watch the room sheisty girl
Love to sit out this song, now watch water break

(It's Yours!)
The world in the of your 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!)