Luyện nghe bài hát Kiss The Ring

[**feat. Inspectah Deck & Masta
[Intro: w/ various others in background (Inspectah Deck)~]
Suga, come here, man, tell ya man
He better 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! popping*
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): ~Inspectah
When I inside, kiss the ring, Wu Familia
La Nostra, it's our thing
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 coughing up, dough on your head, you a baby
See me in the as a Rick, I had to maybe with me
All these 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
Buying up, China's Beemers, it to Simon's in Medina
Only to blind you and leave ya
These young boys is crafted aim, I bought 'em all
Fly ranches, cuz they all stand me with flames
Regardless, yo, to making the classic, you witness some of the tactics
Some died, in the action
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, my talk
Legend in the flesh and I rep New
Crowned king, been down to bang, I'm 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, out for food to eat
Your boy still eating good, my new physique
Since the world is mine, I'mma my name on the clouds
So that ol' yee faithful, can it and bow
Killa:]
Now he's an old Mafia don, back when
He managed to survive the game, fame
It's how he maintained, the State of Grace, kept his lab
Ladies of a fine taste, kept his place
While the young charted, 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 home from prison stashing, stacking
His whip matching his kit, steel flashing
Hands quick, nice with his shit, three holy
Drops jewels, from a street corner level, brother, I'mma rebel
to instruct private soldiers to buck arms
Ya'll rap had your last win, toast the kings
It's Wu-Tang, it's our thing, kiss the
[Repeat (2x)