Luyện nghe bài hát It's Yourz

Machine gun rap for all my niggas in the
Stadium packed, linebacker nigga, stacks
See through yellow
Rock a fly jersey in the God
Magic marker rap, Benetton
Relaxed, this, comin at you crab ass culprits
ya ice off, chillin in the back, throw the lights off
Waves, water blend, rhyme flow in motion
Thick snare, I'm feelin like a in the ocean
What's your wish? Kringle like Kris?
Melodic darts, snap a nigga just like fish
You fucked up, some rich you done test
Yo, select the wrong department, and niggas pulled up your
Style, that
Canal chain, nigga ya vest at
Flex'll make me bless that
Yo, Hussain niggas
the torch, we flamin niggas
Autograph that, flatten all the niggas

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

Yo, freak physique, like Raphael Saadiq
Baby love the ganja leaf, of the week
Super friends up, deluxe gourmet beats
The night is right, I find me a suite
It's a quarter full moon, now I ride my swoon
groomed, dance hall
Packed, bloom
Lady move, peep my glide, my zoom
Keep in stride, smoke the lye smoke the
Feel the fumes, consume toxic
Hell bound, species ounce typhoon
The ultra-violet scream machine move body touch
The totem pole wobble, Ark builders God
Beams of light, ya breathin, it's huntin season
Honey eye-ballin for no reason
Grab her close, play post, wind and wax
Never mind the laws, tonight
It's Your's

Stop the fader of the RAM, blast more watts my pre-amp
Them can't stress the beat vamp the get blammed
At full throttle, hot lead throughout my nozzle
Crack your like bottles, leave you stiff as models
You fag, you pull one drag...off my blunt
You couldn't punch your way out of a wet bag
With scissors in hands..bitch, the RZA
I close to walls, like number 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 blow trees back and statues
Million dollar rap crews fold, check the shit
Explicit, I ya rhyme til you can sniff it
We live this, hats low conceal the crooked eye
No surprise, verbal stick up, put em
Rebel I, outlaw, split 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 million of useful
(It's Yours!)
The seed and the woman
(It's Yours!)
Double LP Wu-Tang Clan
(It's Yours!)

Check out my beaver, baby blue Glock in the
Seen Dorothy in the garden, gettin ski'd, row
We hold a belt Son, my word
Spot a rapper run him down, throw him out in the
Yo it
I think like the man behind a
Evergreen smokin estates, and Power made me treasurer
third down, six to go flash his strobe 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
Avenging eagle crooks, rock the "W" and "Spiegel"
Annheiser Busch came through, and stopped your whole jooks
Spitfire Kangols, watch Tony train a of hoes
Painful, hearin the news, like when your man go
Ends blow, windy at times the room sheisty girl
Love to sit out this song, now watch water break

(It's Yours!)
The world in the palm of hand
(It's Yours!)
million of useful land
(It's Yours!)
The seed and the black
(It's Yours!)
LP from Wu-Tang Clan
(It's Yours!)