Luyện nghe bài hát It's Yourz

Machine gun rap for all my niggas in the
packed, linebacker nigga, flash stacks
See through yellow
Rock a fly jersey in the 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 slow
snare, I'm feelin like a snail in the ocean
What's your wish? Kringle like Kris?
Melodic single darts, snap a just like fish
You fucked up, some niggas you done test
Yo, select the wrong department, and niggas pulled up your
Style, that
chain, nigga where ya vest at
Flex'll make me bless that
Yo, Saddam Hussain
the torch, we flamin niggas
Autograph that, flatten all the main

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

Yo, super freak physique, like Saadiq
Baby love the ganja leaf, of the week
friends wake up, deluxe gourmet beats
The night is right, I might find me a
It's a full moon, now I ride with my swoon
Well groomed, hall
Packed, bloom
Lady move, my glide, peep my zoom
Keep in stride, smoke the lye the boom
Feel the fumes, consume toxic
Hell bound, forty ounce typhoon
The ultra-violet machine move your body touch
The totem wobble, Ark builders God rush
Beams of light, ya breathin, it's huntin season
Honey 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, blast more watts through my
can't stress the beat vamp the shit'll get blammed
At full throttle, hot lead propels throughout my
Crack your soul like bottles, you stiff as models
You fag, you pull one drag...off my blunt
You couldn't your way out of a wet paper bag
scissors in your hands..bitch, the RZA
I close to walls, like number four, The Lizard
And channel through so-lar panels, off like Roman Candles
Rap vandals, stomp your ass like Wahoo
You cocker spaniel dogs, can't with our catalog
Put lights out and leave your brain inside a fog

It's only natural, actual facts are at you
The impact'll blow trees back and statues
Million dollar rap 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 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 seed and the woman
(It's Yours!)
Double LP from Wu-Tang
(It's Yours!)

Check out my beaver, baby Glock in the safe
Seen Dorothy in the garden, gettin ski'd, row
We hold a belt Son, my word
Spot a run him down, throw him out in the third
Yo it
I think the man behind a register
Evergreen smokin estates, and Power made me treasurer
With down, six to go flash his strobe lights
I'm RZA hit me off lovely and I love him
With beer thoughts, here's a tennis court
For birthday, the babyface of rap politic with Sade
eagle crooks, rock the "W" and "Spiegel" books
Annheiser Busch kings came through, and stopped your whole
Spitfire Kangols, watch Tony train a gang of
Painful, hearin the news, like when your man go
blow, windy at times watch the room 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 of useful land
(It's Yours!)
The seed and the black
(It's Yours!)
Double LP Wu-Tang Clan
(It's Yours!)