Luyện nghe bài hát It's Yourz

Machine gun rap for all my niggas in the
Stadium packed, linebacker nigga, flash
See through yellow
Rock a fly jersey in the God
marker rap, bleed Benetton
Relaxed, wrote this, comin at you crab ass
Snatch ya ice off, chillin in the back, throw the off
Waves, water blend, flow in slow motion
Thick snare, I'm feelin a snail in the ocean
What's your wish? Wanna like Kris?
Melodic single darts, snap a just like fish
You fucked up, some niggas you done test
Yo, select the department, and niggas pulled up your dress
Style, that
Canal chain, nigga ya vest at
Flex'll make me bless that
Yo, Hussain niggas
Light the torch, we niggas
Autograph that, flatten all the niggas

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

Yo, super freak physique, like Raphael
Baby love the leaf, everyday of the week
Super friends wake up, deluxe beats
The night is right, I might find me a
It's a full moon, now I ride with my swoon
groomed, dance hall
Packed, bloom
Lady move, peep my glide, my zoom
Keep in stride, smoke the lye the boom
Feel the fumes, consume tunes
bound, species forty ounce typhoon
The ultra-violet scream move your body touch
The totem wobble, Ark builders God rush
Beams of light, ya breathin, it's huntin season
eye-ballin down for no reason
Grab her close, play post, and wax floors
mind the laws, cause tonight
[All] It's

Stop the fader of the RAM, more watts through my pre-amp
Them stress the beat vamp the shit'll get blammed
At full throttle, hot lead propels my nozzle
Crack your soul like bottles, you stiff as models
You fag, you couldn't pull one drag...off my
You couldn't punch your way out of a wet bag
With scissors in hands..bitch, the RZA
I stand close to walls, like number four, The
And channel through 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 up, put em high
Rebel I, outlaw, split on the draw
Blow the off this shit like bricks of C-4

(It's Yours!)
The world in the palm of your
(It's Yours!)
Twenty-three of useful land
(It's Yours!)
The seed and the woman
(It's Yours!)
LP from 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 belt Son, my word
a rapper run him down, throw him out in the third
Yo it
I like 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 of rap politic with Sade
Avenging eagle crooks, the "W" and "Spiegel" books
Annheiser Busch kings came through, and your whole jooks
Spitfire Kangols, watch Tony train a gang of
Painful, like hearin the news, like your man go
Ends blow, windy at watch the room sheisty girl
Love to sit out this song, now watch your break

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