Luyện nghe bài hát It's Yourz

Machine gun rap for all my in the back
Stadium packed, linebacker nigga, stacks
See through lines
Rock a fly in the summertime God
Magic rap, bleed Benetton
Relaxed, wrote this, comin at you ass culprits
Snatch ya ice off, chillin in the back, throw the off
Waves, water blend, rhyme flow in slow
Thick snare, I'm feelin like a in the ocean
What's your Wanna Kringle like Kris?
Melodic single darts, snap a nigga just fish
You up, some rich niggas you done test
Yo, select the department, and niggas pulled up your dress
Style, that
Canal chain, nigga where ya at
make me wanna bless that
Yo, Hussain niggas
the torch, we flamin niggas
Autograph that, all the main niggas

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

Yo, super physique, like Raphael Saadiq
Baby the ganja leaf, everyday of the week
friends wake up, deluxe 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, my glide, peep my zoom
Keep in stride, the lye smoke the boom
Feel the fumes, consume tunes
Hell bound, species forty typhoon
The scream machine move your body touch
The pole wobble, Ark builders God rush
Beams of light, ya breathin, it's huntin season
eye-ballin down for no reason
Grab her close, play post, wind and wax
Never mind the laws, cause
[All] Your's

the fader of the RAM, blast more watts through my pre-amp
Them can't stress the beat vamp the shit'll get
At full throttle, hot lead propels throughout my
Crack your soul like bottles, leave you 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 close to walls, like number four, The Lizard
And channel through so-lar panels, blast off like Candles
Rap vandals, stomp your ass Wahoo McDaniel
You cocker dogs, can't fuck with our catalog
Put your out and leave your brain inside a fog

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

(It's Yours!)
The world in the palm of your
(It's Yours!)
million of useful land
(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 in the safe
Seen 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 behind a
Evergreen smokin estates, and Power made me treasurer
With third down, six to go flash his 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 with Sade
Avenging eagle crooks, rock the "W" and "Spiegel"
Annheiser Busch kings through, and stopped your whole jooks
Kangols, watch Tony train a gang of hoes
Painful, like the news, like when your man go
Ends blow, windy at watch 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 million of land
(It's Yours!)
The seed and the woman
(It's Yours!)
Double LP from Clan
(It's Yours!)