Luyện nghe bài hát Kiss The Ring

[**feat. Inspectah Deck & Masta
[Intro: ~Raekwon w/ various others in (Inspectah Deck)~]
Suga, here, aiyo man, tell ya man
He better that fucking money here tomorrow, man
You, walk up in the 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 ring --- so salute, and toast to the who done it)
{Give it up for the Clan!}
(2x): ~Inspectah Deck~]
When I step inside, kiss the ring, Wu
La Nostra, it's our thing
So salute, and toast to the best who it
Murder rap shit, I spit, for the who love it

By the time you read letter
head gon' fly off your shoulder for lying
And be in bed like holders
Blood from a horse on 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 with me
All these 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 alone though
Buying up, Beemers, taking it to Simon's in Medina
just 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 when he walk, if he died, then we slide
thou' in the coffin, and take the child
[Repeat
[Inspectah
Jesus, check 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 dinner long as boats with old kitchens
And Wu-Tang logos splashed on all the
You know how I 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
the world is mine, I'mma write my name on the clouds
So that ol' yee faithful, can it and bow
Killa:]
Now he's an old Mafia don, back when
He managed to the game, ducking fame
It's how he maintained, the of Grace, kept his lab laced
Ladies of a fine taste, his place guarded
While the young charted, found acquitted, all
And his heart and, marksmen take the contract
From the contact, waiting for the event, it all made sense
He left no prints on the weapon, and he was
Came 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 soldiers to buck arms
rap cats had your last win, toast the kings
It's Wu-Tang, it's our thing, the ring
Chorus:] (2x)