Luyện nghe bài hát Kiss The Ring

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

By the you read this letter
Your head gon' fly off shoulder for lying
And I'mma be in bed like
from a horse on your spread, you tried to play me now
I'm coughing up, on your head, you just a baby
See me in the flick as a Rick, I had to with me
All niggas stay in the 90's, getting rich
Rick Ruler robe on with rings, to the throne
Fronting like I know I'm the king, I live though
up, China's Beemers, taking it to Simon's in Medina
Only just to blind you and ya
young boys is crafted with aim, I bought 'em all
Fly ranches, cuz they all beside me with flames
Regardless, yo, to making the classic, you gon' witness some of the
Some died, live in the
A general when he walk, if he died, then we slide
Ninety in the coffin, and take the child
Chorus:]
[Inspectah
Black Jesus, check my walk, check my
Legend in the and I rep New York
Crowned king, been to bang, I'm House Gang
specialist, in and out the ring
Got dinner long as boats with old kitchens
And Wu-Tang logos splashed on all the
You know how I the truth, how I teach the youth
I'm an animal, I the booth
Been grinding, banging out for to eat
Your boy still eating good, my new physique
the world is mine, I'mma write my name on the clouds
So that ol' yee faithful, can it and bow
Killa:]
Now he's an old Mafia don, from back
He managed to survive the game, fame
It's how he maintained, the of Grace, kept his lab laced
Ladies of a taste, kept his place guarded
the young charted, found acquitted, all charges
And his heart loss and, marksmen take the
From the contact, waiting for the right event, it all made
He left no on the weapon, and he was blasting
Came home from stashing, still stacking
His whip matching his kit, steel flashing
Hands quick, nice with his shit, holy foods
Drops jewels, from a street level, young brother, I'mma rebel
Here to instruct private soldiers to buck
Ya'll rap cats had your last win, toast the
It's Wu-Tang, it's our thing, the ring
Chorus:] (2x)