Luyện nghe bài hát It's Yourz

Machine gun rap for all my niggas in the
Stadium packed, nigga, flash stacks
See yellow 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
snare, I'm feelin like a snail in the ocean
What's your wish? Wanna Kringle Kris?
Melodic single darts, a nigga just like fish
You fucked up, some rich niggas you done
Yo, select the department, and niggas pulled up your dress
Style, molest
Canal chain, where ya vest at
Flex'll make me bless that
Yo, Hussain niggas
Light the torch, we flamin
Autograph that, all the main niggas

(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!)

Yo, super physique, like Raphael Saadiq
Baby love the ganja leaf, of the week
Super wake 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, full
Lady move, my glide, peep my zoom
Keep in stride, the lye smoke the boom
the fumes, consume toxic tunes
Hell bound, forty ounce typhoon
The ultra-violet scream machine your body touch
The totem pole wobble, Ark builders God
Beams of light, ya breathin, it's huntin season
Honey down for no reason
Grab her close, play post, and wax floors
Never mind the laws, tonight
[All] Your's

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

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

Check out my beaver, baby blue in the safe
Dorothy in the garden, gettin ski'd, row eight
We hold a belt Son, that's my
Spot a run him down, throw him out in the third
Yo it
I think like the man a register
Evergreen smokin estates, Divine and made me treasurer
With down, six to go flash his strobe lights
I'm RZA hit me off lovely and I love him
root beer thoughts, here's a tennis court
For your birthday, the babyface of rap politic Sade
Avenging eagle crooks, the "W" and "Spiegel" books
Annheiser Busch came through, and stopped your whole jooks
Spitfire Kangols, watch Tony train a gang of
Painful, like the news, like when your man go
Ends blow, windy at times the room sheisty girl
Love to sit out this song, now watch your water

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