Luyện nghe bài hát Kiss The Ring

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

By the you read this letter
Your head gon' fly off your for lying
And I'mma be in bed like
Blood 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 maybe me
All niggas stay in the 90's, getting rich
Rick Ruler robe on with rings, to the throne
Fronting like I I'm the king, I live alone though
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 stand me with flames
Regardless, yo, to the classic, you gon' witness some of the tactics
died, live in the action
A live general when he walk, if he died, we slide
Ninety thou' in the coffin, and the child
Chorus:]
[Inspectah
Black Jesus, my walk, check 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 tables long as boats with old kitchens
And Wu-Tang logos on all the dishes
You know how I the truth, how I teach the youth
I'm an animal, I the booth
grinding, banging out for food to eat
Your boy still eating good, check my new
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 Mafia don, from 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 young charted, found acquitted, all
And his heart and, marksmen 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 still matching his kit, steel flashing
Hands quick, with his shit, three holy foods
Drops jewels, from a 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, it's our thing, kiss the
[Repeat (2x)