Luyện nghe bài hát Kiss The Ring

[**feat. Inspectah & Masta Killa:]
~Raekwon w/ various others in background (Inspectah Deck)~]
Suga, come here, aiyo man, ya man
He better bring that fucking here tomorrow, man
You, up in the joint with me, man
It's all real, yo, what up
Yo, hold the bottle, your night, nigga!
It's night! *bottles popping*
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): Deck~]
When I step inside, kiss the ring, Wu
La Cosa Nostra, it's our
So salute, and toast to the best who it
Murder rap shit, I spit, for the who love it

By the time you this letter
Your head gon' fly off shoulder for lying
And I'mma be in bed holders
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 as a Rick, I had to maybe 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 live alone
Buying up, China's Beemers, taking it to Simon's in
Only just to you and leave ya
These 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 witness some of the tactics
died, live in the action
A live general he walk, if he died, then we slide
Ninety thou' in the coffin, and the child
[Repeat
Deck:]
Black Jesus, check my walk, check my
Legend in the flesh and I rep New
Crowned king, down to bang, I'm House Gang
specialist, in and out the ring
Got dinner tables long as boats old kitchens
And logos splashed 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
Your boy eating good, check my new physique
Since the world is mine, write my name on the clouds
So ol' yee faithful, can praise it and bow
Killa:]
Now he's an old Mafia don, from back
He managed to survive the game, ducking
It's how he maintained, the State of Grace, his lab laced
Ladies of a fine taste, his place guarded
While the young charted, found acquitted, all
And his loss and, marksmen take the contract
From the contact, waiting for the event, it all made sense
He no prints on the weapon, and he was blasting
home from prison stashing, still stacking
His whip matching his kit, steel flashing
Hands quick, with his shit, three holy foods
Drops jewels, from a street level, young brother, I'mma rebel
Here to instruct private soldiers to arms
Ya'll rap cats had last win, toast the kings
It's Wu-Tang, it's our thing, the ring
Chorus:] (2x)