Luyện nghe bài hát Kiss The Ring

[**feat. Inspectah Deck & Killa:]
~Raekwon w/ various others in background (Inspectah Deck)~]
Suga, here, aiyo man, tell ya man
He better that fucking money here tomorrow, man
You, walk up in the with me, man
all real, yo, what up son?
Yo, hold the bottle, it's night, nigga!
It's your night! popping*
Yeah, mad bottles! Playboy! We out of here, man
(Step inside, kiss the --- so salute, and toast to the best who done it)
{Give it up for the Clan!}
[Chorus (2x): Deck~]
When I inside, kiss the ring, Wu Familia
La Cosa Nostra, it's our
So salute, and toast to the best who it
Murder rap shit, I spit, for the who love it

By the time you read letter
Your head gon' fly off your for lying
And be in bed like holders
Blood from a horse on spread, you tried to play me now
I'm coughing up, dough on your head, you a baby
See me in the flick as a Rick, I had to maybe me
All these niggas stay in the 90's, rich
Rick robe on with rings, walking to the throne
Fronting like I know I'm the king, I live though
Buying up, China's Beemers, taking it to in Medina
Only just to blind you and ya
young boys is crafted with aim, I bought 'em all
Fly ranches, cuz all stand beside me with flames
Regardless, yo, to making the classic, you gon' witness of the tactics
died, live in the action
A live general when he walk, if he died, then we
thou' in the coffin, and take the child
[Repeat
[Inspectah
Black Jesus, check my walk, check my
Legend in the and I rep New York
Crowned king, been down to bang, I'm Gang
Knockout specialist, in and out the
Got dinner tables as boats with old kitchens
And Wu-Tang logos splashed on all the
You know how I speaks the truth, how I teach the
I'm an animal, I the booth
grinding, banging out for food to eat
Your boy eating good, check my new physique
Since the is mine, I'mma write my name on the clouds
So ol' yee faithful, can praise it and bow
[Masta
Now he's an old Mafia don, from back
He managed to survive the game, ducking
It's how he maintained, the State of Grace, his lab laced
Ladies of a fine taste, his place guarded
the young charted, found acquitted, all charges
And his heart loss and, take the contract
the contact, waiting for the right event, it all made sense
He left no on the weapon, and he was blasting
Came home prison stashing, still stacking
His whip still matching his kit, flashing
Hands quick, nice with his shit, three holy
Drops jewels, from a street level, young brother, I'mma rebel
Here to instruct soldiers to buck arms
Ya'll rap had your last win, toast the kings
Wu-Tang, it's our thing, kiss the ring
[Repeat (2x)