Luyện nghe bài hát Kiss The Ring

[**feat. Inspectah Deck & Killa:]
[Intro: ~Raekwon w/ others in background (Inspectah Deck)~]
Suga, come here, man, tell ya man
He better bring that fucking here tomorrow, man
You, walk up in the with me, man
all real, yo, what up son?
Yo, the bottle, it's your night, nigga!
It's your night! *bottles
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
I step inside, kiss the ring, Wu Familia
La Nostra, it's 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 this letter
Your head gon' fly off your 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, dough on 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 robe on with rings, walking to the throne
Fronting I know I'm the king, I live alone though
Buying up, China's Beemers, it to Simon's in Medina
Only to blind you and leave ya
These young boys is with aim, I bought 'em all
Fly ranches, cuz all stand beside me with flames
Regardless, yo, to the classic, you gon' witness some 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 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 know how I speaks the truth, how I the youth
I'm an animal, I the booth
grinding, banging out for food to eat
Your boy still good, check my new physique
the world is mine, I'mma write my name on the clouds
So ol' yee faithful, can praise it and bow
Killa:]
Now he's an old Mafia don, from when
He managed to survive the game, fame
how he maintained, the State of Grace, kept his lab laced
Ladies of a taste, kept his place guarded
While the charted, found acquitted, all charges
And his heart 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 stashing, still stacking
His whip still his kit, steel flashing
Hands quick, nice his shit, three holy foods
Drops jewels, from a street corner level, young brother, rebel
Here to instruct private to buck arms
Ya'll rap cats had your last win, toast the
Wu-Tang, it's our thing, kiss the ring
[Repeat (2x)