Luyện nghe bài hát It's Yourz

Machine gun rap for all my niggas in the
Stadium packed, nigga, flash stacks
See through lines
Rock a fly in the summertime God
Magic marker rap, bleed
Relaxed, wrote this, comin at you crab ass
ya ice off, chillin in the back, throw the lights off
Waves, blend, rhyme flow in slow motion
snare, I'm feelin like a snail in the ocean
What's your wish? Kringle like Kris?
Melodic single darts, snap a nigga just fish
You fucked up, some niggas you done test
Yo, select the wrong department, and niggas pulled up dress
Style, that
Canal chain, nigga where ya 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 million of useful
(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 friends wake up, gourmet beats
The night is right, I find me a suite
It's a quarter full moon, now I ride with my
Well groomed, hall
Packed, full
Lady move, peep my glide, peep my
Keep in stride, smoke the lye smoke the
Feel the fumes, consume tunes
Hell bound, species ounce typhoon
The ultra-violet scream machine move body touch
The totem pole wobble, Ark builders God
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] Your's

Stop the of the RAM, blast more watts through my pre-amp
Them stress the beat vamp the shit'll get blammed
At full throttle, hot lead throughout my nozzle
Crack your like bottles, leave you stiff as models
You fag, you couldn't pull one drag...off my
You couldn't your 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 so-lar panels, blast off like Roman Candles
Rap vandals, stomp 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 facts are at you
The impact'll blow trees and crack statues
dollar rap crews fold, check the sick shit
Explicit, I crystallize ya til you can sniff it
We live this, hats low conceal the crooked eye
No surprise, verbal up, put em high
Rebel I, outlaw, second on the draw
Blow the door off this shit bricks of C-4

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

Check out my beaver, baby 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 smokin estates, and Power made me treasurer
With third down, six to go his strobe lights
I'm open RZA hit me off and I love him
root beer thoughts, here's a tennis court
For your birthday, the babyface of rap politic with
Avenging crooks, rock the "W" and "Spiegel" books
Annheiser Busch came through, and stopped your whole jooks
Spitfire Kangols, watch Tony train a of hoes
Painful, like hearin the news, like when man go
Ends blow, windy at watch the room sheisty girl
to sit out this song, now watch your water break

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