Luyện nghe bài hát Kiss The Ring

[**feat. Deck & Masta Killa:]
[Intro: ~Raekwon w/ various others in (Inspectah Deck)~]
Suga, come here, aiyo man, ya man
He bring that fucking money here tomorrow, man
You, up in the joint with me, man
It's all real, yo, what up
Yo, the bottle, it's your night, nigga!
It's night! *bottles popping*
Yeah, mad bottles! Playboy! We out of here, man
(Step inside, kiss the ring --- so salute, and toast to the best who 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 best who it
rap shit, I spit, for the vets who love it

By the time you read letter
Your head gon' fly off shoulder for lying
And I'mma be in bed like
Blood from a on your spread, you tried to play me now
I'm coughing up, dough on your head, you just a
See me in the as a Rick, I had to maybe with me
All these 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
Buying up, China's Beemers, it to Simon's in Medina
just to blind you and leave ya
These boys 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, then we
thou' in the coffin, and take the child
[Repeat
[Inspectah
Black Jesus, check my walk, check my
Legend in the flesh and I rep New
king, been down to bang, I'm House Gang
Knockout specialist, in and out the
Got dinner tables as boats with old kitchens
And logos splashed on all the dishes
You know how I speaks the truth, how I teach the
I'm an animal, I beast the
Been grinding, out for food to eat
Your boy still good, check my new physique
Since the 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, 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 loss 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 home from stashing, still stacking
His whip matching his kit, steel flashing
Hands quick, nice with his shit, holy foods
Drops jewels, from a street level, young brother, I'mma rebel
Here to private soldiers to buck arms
Ya'll rap cats had your win, toast the kings
It's Wu-Tang, our thing, kiss the ring
Chorus:] (2x)