Luyện nghe bài hát It's Yourz

Machine gun rap for all my niggas in the
Stadium packed, linebacker nigga, flash
See through lines
a fly jersey in the summertime God
Magic 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 like a snail in the ocean
What's your wish? Wanna like Kris?
Melodic single darts, snap a nigga like fish
You up, some rich niggas you done test
Yo, select the wrong department, and niggas pulled up dress
Style, molest
Canal chain, where ya vest at
Flex'll me wanna bless that
Yo, Saddam Hussain
Light the torch, we niggas
Autograph that, flatten all the main

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

Yo, super freak physique, like Raphael
love the ganja leaf, everyday of the week
Super wake 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, hall
Packed, full
move, peep my glide, peep my zoom
Keep in stride, smoke the lye smoke the
Feel the fumes, consume tunes
Hell bound, species forty typhoon
The ultra-violet scream machine move your touch
The totem wobble, Ark builders God rush
Beams of light, stop ya breathin, it's huntin
Honey eye-ballin down for no
Grab her close, play post, and wax floors
Never 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 my nozzle
your soul like bottles, leave you stiff as models
You fag, you couldn't pull one drag...off my
You punch your way out of a wet paper bag
With scissors in hands..bitch, the RZA
I stand to walls, like number four, The Lizard
And channel so-lar panels, blast off like Roman Candles
Rap vandals, stomp your ass Wahoo McDaniel
You cocker spaniel dogs, fuck with our catalog
Put lights out and leave your brain inside a fog

It's only natural, actual are thrown at you
The blow trees back and crack statues
Million dollar rap crews fold, check the sick
Explicit, I crystallize ya rhyme til you can it
We live this, fitted hats low conceal the eye
No surprise, verbal up, put em high
Rebel I, outlaw, split second on the
Blow the door off this shit like of C-4

(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 from Clan
(It's Yours!)

Check out my beaver, baby Glock in the safe
Seen Dorothy in the garden, ski'd, row eight
We hold a Son, that's my word
Spot a rapper run him down, him out in the third
Yo it
I think like the man behind a
Evergreen smokin estates, Divine and made me treasurer
With down, six to go flash his strobe lights
I'm open RZA hit me off lovely and I him
With root beer thoughts, a tennis court
For your birthday, the babyface of rap politic with
Avenging eagle crooks, rock the "W" and "Spiegel"
Busch kings came through, and stopped your whole jooks
Spitfire Kangols, Tony train a gang of hoes
Painful, like the news, like when your man go
Ends blow, windy at 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 million of land
(It's Yours!)
The and the black woman
(It's Yours!)
Double LP Wu-Tang Clan
(It's Yours!)