Luyện nghe bài hát Kiss The Ring

[**feat. Inspectah Deck & Killa:]
[Intro: ~Raekwon w/ various others in (Inspectah Deck)~]
Suga, come here, man, tell ya man
He better that fucking money 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 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): Deck~]
I step inside, kiss the ring, Wu Familia
La Cosa Nostra, it's our
So salute, and toast to the who done it
rap shit, I spit, for the vets who love it

By the time you read this
Your head fly off your shoulder for lying
And be in bed like holders
from a horse on your spread, you tried to play me now
I'm coughing up, 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 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 to blind you and leave ya
These young is crafted with aim, I bought 'em all
Fly ranches, cuz they all stand me with flames
Regardless, yo, to making the classic, you gon' witness of the tactics
Some died, live in the
A live general he walk, if he died, then we slide
Ninety thou' in the coffin, and take the
Chorus:]
[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
Knockout specialist, in and out the
Got dinner tables long as boats with old
And Wu-Tang 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, banging out for to eat
Your boy eating good, check my new physique
Since the world is mine, I'mma write my name on the
So ol' yee faithful, can praise it and bow
Killa:]
Now an old Mafia don, from back when
He to survive the game, ducking fame
It's how he maintained, the State of Grace, kept his lab
Ladies of a taste, kept his place guarded
While the charted, found acquitted, all charges
And his heart loss and, marksmen the contract
From the contact, waiting for the right event, it all sense
He left no on the weapon, and he was blasting
Came home from prison stashing, stacking
His whip still his kit, steel flashing
Hands quick, nice with his shit, three holy
Drops jewels, from a street corner level, brother, I'mma rebel
Here to instruct private to buck arms
Ya'll rap cats had your win, toast the kings
It's Wu-Tang, it's our thing, the ring
Chorus:] (2x)