Luyện nghe bài hát Kiss The Ring

[**feat. Deck & Masta Killa:]
[Intro: ~Raekwon w/ various in background (Inspectah Deck)~]
Suga, come here, man, tell ya man
He better that fucking money here tomorrow, man
You, up in the joint with me, man
It's all real, yo, what up
Yo, hold the bottle, it's night, nigga!
It's night! *bottles popping*
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 Nostra, it's our thing
So salute, and to the best who done it
Murder rap shit, I spit, for the vets who it

By the time you read letter
Your gon' fly off your shoulder for lying
And be in bed like holders
Blood from a on your spread, you tried to play me now
I'm coughing up, dough on your head, you just a
See me in the flick as a Rick, I had to maybe me
All these stay in the 90's, getting rich
Rick Ruler robe on rings, walking to the throne
Fronting like I know I'm the king, I live though
Buying up, China's Beemers, it to Simon's in Medina
Only just to you and leave ya
These young 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 some of the
died, live in the action
A general when he walk, if he died, then we slide
Ninety thou' in the coffin, and take the
Chorus:]
[Inspectah
Black Jesus, check my walk, my talk
Legend in the and I rep New York
Crowned king, been down to bang, I'm House
specialist, in and out the ring
Got dinner tables long as 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
Been grinding, banging out for to eat
Your boy still eating good, check my new
Since the world is mine, I'mma write my on the clouds
So ol' yee faithful, can praise it and bow
[Masta
Now he's an old Mafia don, back when
He managed to the game, ducking fame
It's how he maintained, the State of Grace, his lab laced
Ladies of a fine taste, kept his guarded
While the charted, found acquitted, all charges
And his heart and, marksmen take the contract
From the contact, for the right event, it all made sense
He left no prints on the weapon, and he was
Came home from stashing, still stacking
His whip still his kit, steel flashing
Hands quick, nice his shit, three holy foods
Drops jewels, from a street corner level, young brother, I'mma
Here to instruct private to buck arms
Ya'll rap cats had last win, toast the kings
It's Wu-Tang, our thing, kiss the ring
[Repeat (2x)