Luyện nghe bài hát It's Yourz

Machine gun rap for all my in the back
Stadium packed, linebacker nigga, flash
See through yellow
Rock a fly jersey in the God
Magic rap, bleed Benetton
Relaxed, wrote this, comin at you ass culprits
Snatch ya ice off, chillin in the back, the lights off
Waves, water blend, rhyme flow in motion
Thick snare, I'm feelin like a in the ocean
What's wish? Wanna Kringle like Kris?
Melodic darts, snap a nigga just like fish
You up, some rich niggas you done test
Yo, select the wrong department, and niggas pulled up your
Style, molest
chain, nigga where ya vest at
Flex'll make me wanna that
Yo, Saddam 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!)
Double LP from Wu-Tang
(It's Yours!)

Yo, super freak physique, like Raphael
Baby love the ganja leaf, everyday of the
Super friends up, deluxe gourmet beats
The night is right, I find me a suite
It's a quarter moon, now I ride with my swoon
Well groomed, dance
Packed, bloom
Lady move, my glide, peep my zoom
in stride, smoke the lye smoke the boom
Feel the fumes, consume toxic
Hell bound, species forty ounce
The ultra-violet scream machine move your touch
The totem pole wobble, Ark builders God
Beams of light, stop ya breathin, it's season
Honey eye-ballin down for no
her close, play post, wind and wax floors
Never mind the laws, cause
[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 propels throughout my
Crack your soul like bottles, leave you stiff as
You fag, you couldn't one drag...off my blunt
You couldn't punch way out of a wet paper bag
With scissors in hands..bitch, the RZA
I stand close to walls, number four, The Lizard
And channel so-lar panels, blast off like Roman Candles
Rap vandals, your ass like Wahoo McDaniel
You cocker spaniel dogs, fuck with our catalog
Put lights 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 rap crews fold, check the sick shit
Explicit, I crystallize ya rhyme til you can it
We live this, fitted low conceal the crooked eye
No surprise, stick up, put em high
Rebel I, outlaw, split second on the
Blow the door off this shit bricks of C-4

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

Check out my beaver, baby Glock in the safe
Dorothy in the garden, gettin ski'd, row eight
We hold a belt Son, that's my
Spot a rapper run him down, him out in the third
Yo it
I like the man behind a register
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
root beer thoughts, here's a tennis court
For your birthday, the of rap politic with Sade
Avenging eagle crooks, the "W" and "Spiegel" books
Annheiser Busch kings through, and stopped your whole jooks
Spitfire Kangols, watch Tony train a gang of
Painful, like hearin the news, like when man go
blow, windy at times watch the room sheisty girl
Love to sit out this song, now watch your water

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