Luyện nghe bài hát Kiss The Ring

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

By the time you read letter
Your head gon' fly off your shoulder for
And I'mma be in bed like
from a horse on your spread, you tried to play me now
I'm up, dough 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 alone
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 live general when he walk, if he died, we slide
Ninety in the coffin, and take the child
Chorus:]
[Inspectah
Black Jesus, check my walk, check my
in the flesh and I rep New York
Crowned king, been down to bang, I'm Gang
specialist, in and out the ring
Got tables long as boats with old kitchens
And Wu-Tang logos on all the dishes
You how I speaks the truth, how I teach the youth
I'm an animal, I beast the
Been grinding, out for food to eat
boy still eating good, check my new physique
Since the world is mine, I'mma my name on the clouds
So that ol' yee faithful, can it and bow
[Masta
Now he's an old don, from back when
He to survive the game, ducking fame
It's how he maintained, the State of Grace, kept his lab
of a fine taste, kept his place guarded
While the charted, found acquitted, all charges
And his heart loss and, take the contract
From the contact, waiting for the right event, it all sense
He left no prints on the weapon, and he was
Came from prison 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, the kings
It's Wu-Tang, it's our thing, the ring
Chorus:] (2x)