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 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 toast to the best who it)
it up for the Wu-Tang Clan!}
[Chorus (2x): Deck~]
I step inside, kiss the ring, Wu Familia
La Cosa Nostra, it's our
So salute, and toast to the who done it
rap shit, I spit, for the vets who love it

By the time you read this
Your head gon' fly off your for lying
And be in bed like holders
Blood from a horse on your spread, you tried to me now
I'm coughing up, dough on your head, you a baby
See me in the flick as a Rick, I had to with me
All these niggas stay in the 90's, getting
Rick Ruler robe on rings, walking to the throne
Fronting like I know I'm the king, I alone 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 they all stand beside me flames
Regardless, yo, to making the classic, you gon' some of the tactics
Some died, in the action
A live when he walk, if he died, then we slide
Ninety thou' in the coffin, and take the
Chorus:]
[Inspectah
Jesus, check my walk, check my talk
Legend in the and I rep New York
Crowned king, been to bang, I'm House Gang
Knockout specialist, in and out the
Got dinner tables as boats with old kitchens
And Wu-Tang logos on all the dishes
You know how I speaks the truth, how I teach the
I'm an animal, I the booth
Been grinding, out for food to eat
Your boy still eating good, my new physique
Since the world is mine, I'mma write my on the clouds
So ol' yee faithful, can praise it and bow
Killa:]
Now he's an old Mafia don, back when
He managed to the game, ducking fame
how he maintained, the State of Grace, kept his lab laced
Ladies of a fine taste, kept his place
While the young charted, found acquitted, all
And his heart loss and, marksmen the contract
From the contact, waiting for the right event, it all made
He no prints on the weapon, and he was blasting
home from prison stashing, still stacking
His whip still his kit, steel flashing
Hands quick, nice with his shit, holy foods
jewels, from a street corner level, young brother, I'mma rebel
Here to instruct private to buck arms
rap cats had your last win, toast the kings
It's Wu-Tang, our thing, kiss the ring
[Repeat (2x)