Luyện nghe bài hát Kiss The Ring

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

By the you read this letter
head gon' fly off your shoulder for lying
And I'mma be in bed like
Blood from a horse on your spread, you to play me now
I'm coughing up, dough on your head, you just a
See me in the flick as a Rick, I had to maybe me
All these niggas stay in the 90's, rich
Rick Ruler robe on with rings, to the throne
Fronting I know I'm the king, I live alone though
Buying up, Beemers, taking it to Simon's in Medina
Only to blind you and leave ya
young boys is crafted with aim, I bought 'em all
Fly ranches, cuz they all stand beside me flames
Regardless, yo, to the classic, you gon' witness some of the tactics
Some died, live in the
A live general when he walk, if he died, then we
Ninety thou' in the coffin, and take the
[Repeat
[Inspectah
Black Jesus, check my walk, check my
in the flesh and I rep New York
Crowned king, been to bang, I'm House Gang
Knockout specialist, in and out the
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 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 that ol' yee faithful, can 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 of Grace, kept his lab laced
Ladies of a taste, kept his place guarded
the young charted, found acquitted, all charges
And his heart loss and, marksmen take the
the contact, waiting for the right event, it all made sense
He no prints on the weapon, and he was blasting
home from prison stashing, still stacking
His whip still his kit, steel flashing
quick, nice with his shit, three holy foods
Drops jewels, from a street corner level, young brother, I'mma
Here to private soldiers to buck arms
Ya'll rap cats had your win, toast the kings
Wu-Tang, it's our thing, kiss the ring
[Repeat (2x)