Luyện nghe bài hát It's Yourz

Machine gun rap for all my niggas in the
Stadium packed, linebacker nigga, flash
See through lines
Rock a fly in the summertime God
Magic marker rap, bleed
Relaxed, this, comin at you crab ass culprits
Snatch ya ice off, in the back, throw the lights off
Waves, water blend, rhyme in slow motion
Thick snare, I'm feelin like a in the ocean
What's your wish? Wanna Kringle like
Melodic single darts, a nigga just like fish
You up, some rich niggas you done test
Yo, select the wrong department, and niggas up your dress
Style, molest
Canal chain, nigga ya vest at
Flex'll make me wanna that
Yo, Saddam Hussain
Light the torch, we niggas
that, flatten all the main niggas

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

Yo, super physique, like Raphael Saadiq
Baby the ganja leaf, everyday of the week
Super friends wake up, deluxe gourmet
The night is right, I might me a suite
It's a quarter full moon, now I with my swoon
groomed, dance hall
Packed, full
Lady move, peep my glide, peep my
Keep in stride, smoke the lye the boom
the fumes, consume toxic tunes
Hell bound, species ounce typhoon
The ultra-violet scream machine move your body
The pole wobble, Ark builders God rush
Beams of light, stop ya breathin, huntin season
eye-ballin down for no reason
Grab her close, post, wind and wax floors
mind the laws, cause tonight
[All] It's

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

It's only natural, actual are thrown at you
The impact'll blow back and crack statues
Million dollar rap crews fold, the sick shit
Explicit, I crystallize ya til you can sniff it
We live this, fitted hats low conceal the eye
No surprise, verbal 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 palm of 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, blue Glock in the safe
Seen in the garden, gettin ski'd, row eight
We hold a belt Son, that's my
Spot a rapper run him down, throw him out in the
Yo it
I think like the man behind a
Evergreen estates, Divine and Power made me treasurer
With third down, six to go flash his 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 came through, and stopped your whole jooks
Spitfire Kangols, watch Tony a gang of hoes
Painful, hearin the news, like when your man go
Ends blow, windy at watch the room sheisty girl
Love to sit out this song, now watch your water

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