Luyện nghe bài hát It's Yourz

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

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

Yo, super freak physique, like Saadiq
love the ganja leaf, everyday of the week
Super friends up, deluxe gourmet beats
The is right, I might find me a suite
It's a quarter full moon, now I ride my swoon
groomed, dance hall
Packed, bloom
move, peep my glide, peep my zoom
Keep in stride, smoke the lye smoke the
Feel the fumes, consume toxic
Hell bound, forty ounce typhoon
The ultra-violet scream machine move body touch
The totem pole wobble, Ark God rush
of light, stop ya breathin, it's huntin season
Honey down for no reason
Grab her close, play post, and wax floors
Never the laws, cause tonight
It's Your's

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

It's only natural, actual are thrown at you
The impact'll blow trees back and crack
Million rap crews fold, check the sick shit
Explicit, I ya rhyme til you can sniff it
We live this, hats low conceal the crooked eye
No surprise, stick up, put em high
I, outlaw, split second on the draw
Blow the door off shit like bricks 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 and the black woman
(It's Yours!)
Double LP Wu-Tang Clan
(It's Yours!)

Check out my beaver, baby blue Glock in the
Seen Dorothy in the garden, ski'd, row eight
We hold a Son, that's my word
Spot a rapper run him down, throw him out in the
Yo it
I think the man behind a register
Evergreen smokin estates, and Power made me treasurer
third down, six to go flash his strobe lights
I'm open RZA hit me off lovely and I him
With root thoughts, here's a tennis court
For your birthday, the babyface of rap politic with
Avenging eagle crooks, the "W" and "Spiegel" books
Annheiser Busch kings came through, and stopped whole jooks
Spitfire Kangols, watch Tony train a gang of
Painful, like hearin the news, like your man go
Ends blow, windy at times watch the sheisty girl
Love to sit out this song, now your water break

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