Luyện nghe bài hát It's Yourz

Machine gun rap for all my in the back
Stadium packed, linebacker nigga, stacks
See yellow lines
Rock a fly jersey in the God
Magic rap, bleed Benetton
Relaxed, this, comin at you crab ass culprits
ya ice off, chillin in the back, throw the lights off
Waves, water blend, flow in slow motion
snare, I'm feelin like a snail in the ocean
What's your wish? Kringle like Kris?
Melodic darts, snap a nigga just like fish
You fucked up, rich 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 niggas
Light the torch, we niggas
Autograph that, flatten all the niggas

(It's Yours!)
The in the palm of your hand
(It's Yours!)
million of useful land
(It's Yours!)
The seed and the black
(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 up, deluxe gourmet beats
The night is right, I might find me a
It's a quarter moon, now I ride with my swoon
Well groomed, hall
Packed, bloom
Lady move, peep my glide, my zoom
Keep in stride, smoke the lye the boom
Feel the fumes, consume tunes
Hell bound, species forty ounce
The ultra-violet scream machine move your body
The totem wobble, Ark builders God rush
of light, stop ya breathin, it's huntin season
Honey down for no reason
her close, play post, wind and wax floors
Never mind the laws, cause
[All] It's

Stop the fader of the RAM, blast more through my pre-amp
can't stress the beat vamp the shit'll get blammed
At full throttle, hot propels throughout my nozzle
your soul 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
With in your hands..bitch, the RZA
I stand close to walls, like four, The Lizard
And channel through so-lar panels, blast off Roman Candles
Rap vandals, stomp your ass Wahoo McDaniel
You cocker dogs, can't fuck with our catalog
Put your lights out and leave your inside a fog

It's only natural, actual are thrown at you
The impact'll trees back and crack statues
Million dollar rap fold, check the sick shit
Explicit, I crystallize ya til you can sniff it
We live this, fitted low conceal the crooked eye
No surprise, verbal stick up, put em
I, outlaw, split second on the draw
Blow the door off this shit bricks 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!)
LP from Wu-Tang Clan
(It's Yours!)

Check out my beaver, baby blue in the safe
Seen Dorothy in the garden, 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 a register
Evergreen smokin estates, Divine and made me treasurer
With third down, six to go flash his lights
I'm open RZA hit me off and I love him
With root beer thoughts, here's a court
For your birthday, the babyface of rap politic with
Avenging crooks, rock the "W" and "Spiegel" books
Annheiser Busch kings came through, and stopped your jooks
Spitfire Kangols, watch Tony train a of hoes
Painful, like hearin the news, when your man go
Ends blow, windy at times watch the room sheisty
Love to sit out this song, now watch 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!)
LP from Wu-Tang Clan
(It's Yours!)