Luyện nghe bài hát Kiss The Ring

[**feat. Deck & Masta Killa:]
[Intro: ~Raekwon w/ various in background (Inspectah Deck)~]
Suga, here, aiyo man, tell ya man
He better bring that money here tomorrow, man
You, walk up in the joint me, man
It's all real, yo, up son?
Yo, hold the bottle, it's 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): ~Inspectah
When I step inside, kiss the ring, Wu
La Nostra, it's our thing
So salute, and to the best who done it
rap shit, I spit, for the vets who love it

By the you read this letter
Your head gon' fly off shoulder for lying
And I'mma be in bed holders
Blood from a horse on your spread, you to play me now
I'm coughing up, on your head, you just a baby
See me in the flick as a Rick, I had to with me
All niggas stay in the 90's, getting rich
Rick Ruler robe on with rings, walking to the
Fronting like I know I'm the king, I live though
Buying up, Beemers, taking it to Simon's in Medina
Only to blind you and leave ya
These young is crafted with aim, I bought 'em all
Fly ranches, cuz they all stand beside me with
Regardless, yo, to making the classic, you gon' witness of the tactics
Some died, in the action
A live general when he walk, if he died, we slide
Ninety thou' in the coffin, and the child
[Repeat
[Inspectah
Black Jesus, check my walk, check my
Legend in the and I rep New York
Crowned king, been down to bang, I'm House
specialist, in and out the ring
Got dinner tables long as boats with old
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
Been grinding, out for food to eat
boy still eating good, check my new physique
Since the world is mine, I'mma write my on the clouds
So that ol' yee faithful, can it and bow
[Masta
Now an old Mafia don, from back when
He managed to survive the game, ducking
It's how he maintained, the State of Grace, kept his lab
Ladies of a taste, kept his place guarded
While the young charted, found acquitted, all
And his loss and, marksmen take the contract
the contact, waiting for the right event, it all made sense
He no prints on the weapon, and he was blasting
Came home from prison stashing, still
His whip still his kit, steel flashing
Hands quick, with his shit, three holy foods
jewels, from a street corner level, young brother, I'mma rebel
Here to instruct soldiers to buck arms
Ya'll rap had your last win, toast the kings
Wu-Tang, it's our thing, kiss the ring
[Repeat (2x)