Luyện nghe bài hát It's Yourz

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

(It's Yours!)
The world in the of your hand
(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 freak physique, Raphael Saadiq
Baby the ganja leaf, everyday of the week
Super friends wake up, gourmet beats
The is right, I might find me a suite
a quarter full moon, now I ride with my swoon
Well groomed, hall
Packed, full
Lady move, my glide, peep my zoom
Keep in stride, the lye smoke the boom
Feel the fumes, toxic tunes
Hell bound, forty ounce typhoon
The ultra-violet scream machine move your body
The totem pole wobble, Ark builders God
Beams of light, stop ya breathin, huntin season
Honey down for no reason
Grab her close, post, wind and wax floors
Never mind the laws, cause
[All] Your's

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

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

(It's Yours!)
The world in the of your hand
(It's Yours!)
million of useful land
(It's Yours!)
The and the black woman
(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
a rapper run him down, throw him out in the third
Yo it
I like the man behind a register
Evergreen estates, Divine and Power made me treasurer
With third down, six to go flash his strobe
I'm open RZA hit me off and I love him
With beer thoughts, here's a tennis court
For birthday, the babyface of rap politic with Sade
Avenging crooks, rock the "W" and "Spiegel" books
Annheiser Busch kings came through, and stopped your jooks
Spitfire Kangols, watch train a gang of hoes
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 watch your 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 woman
(It's Yours!)
Double LP from Clan
(It's Yours!)