Luyện nghe bài hát It`z Yourz

It's

Machine gun rap for all my in the back
Stadium packed, nigga flashback
See yellow lines
Rock a fly in the summertime God
marker rap, bleed Benatton
Relaxed, wrote
Comin at cha crab ass cope and ya ice off
in the back, throw the lights off
Waves, blend, rhyme flow in slow motion
Thick snare, I'm feelin like a in the ocean
your wish? Wanna Kringle like Kris?
Melodic single, dark snap a nigga like fish
You fucked up, rich niggaz you done test yo
Select the wrong apartment, and pulled up your dress
Style molest that, canal chain nigga where ya at
Flex'll make me wanna that, yo
Saddam niggaz light the torch, we flamin niggaz
Autograph that, flatten all the main

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

Yo, freak physique like Raphael Saadiq
Baby the ganja leaf, everday of the week
Superfriends wake up, deluxe beats
The night is right, I find me a suite
a quarter full moon, now I ride with my swoon
Well groomed, dance hall packed, room
Lady move, peep my glide, my zoom
Keep in stride, smoke the lai smoke the
Feel the fumes, toxic tunes
Hell bound, species ounce typhoon
The ultra-violet scream machine move your body
The pole wobble Ark builders God rush
Beams of light, stop ya breathin, huntin season
Honey eyeballin for no reason
her close, play post, wind and wax floors
Never mind the laws, tonight
(It's yourz!)

Stop the of the RAM, pass my watts through my pre-amp
Them can't stress the beat the shit'll get blam
At full throttle, hot propels throughout my nozzle
Crack your skull like bottles, leave you as models
You fag, you couldn't one drag off my blunt
You couldn't punch your way out of a wet bag
With scissors in hands, bitch, the RZA
I stand close to walls, like number four the
Enchanted through solar panels, off like roman candles
Rap vandals, stomp your ass like Hoon McDaniel
You spaniel dogs, can't fuck with our catalog
Put your lights out and your brain inside a fog

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It's only natural, facts are thrown at you
The impact'll blow trees back and statues
Million rap crews fold, check the sick shit, explicit
I crystalize the rhyme so you can it
We live this, hats low, conceal the Crooked I
No surprise, verbal up, put em high
Rebel I, outlaw, split second on the
the door off this shit like bricks and C4

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

[Ghostface
Check out my beaver, baby glock in the safe
Seems and the God and get ski roll weight
We hold a son, that's my word
Spot a rapper run him down, throw him out in the third, yo it
I think like the man a register
Evergreen estates, rhyme 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
With root beer thoughts, here's a tennis court for birthday
The Babyface of rap, politic with
Avengin eagle crooks, rock the W in books
Anheiser Busch kings came through, and your whole jooks
Spitfire Kangols, watch Tony a gang of hoes
Painful hearin the news, like when your man go
Ends blow, at times watch the room sheisty girl
Love to sit out this song, now watch your break

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