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 that fucking money here tomorrow, man
You, walk up in the joint me, man
It's all real, yo, what up
Yo, hold the bottle, it's night, nigga!
It's night! *bottles popping*
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~]
When I inside, kiss the ring, Wu Familia
La Nostra, it's our thing
So salute, and toast to the who done it
Murder rap shit, I spit, for the who love it

By the you read this letter
Your head fly off your shoulder for lying
And I'mma be in bed holders
from a horse on your spread, you tried to play me now
I'm up, dough on your head, you just a baby
See me in the as a Rick, I had to maybe with me
All these stay in the 90's, getting rich
Rick robe on with rings, walking to the throne
Fronting like I know I'm the king, I live though
Buying up, Beemers, taking it to Simon's in Medina
Only just to blind you and ya
These young is crafted with aim, I bought 'em all
Fly ranches, cuz they all beside me with flames
Regardless, yo, to making the classic, you gon' some of the tactics
died, live in the action
A general when he walk, if he died, then we slide
thou' in the coffin, and take the child
[Repeat
Deck:]
Black Jesus, check my walk, my talk
in the flesh and I rep New York
Crowned king, down to bang, I'm House Gang
specialist, in and out the ring
Got dinner tables long as boats old kitchens
And Wu-Tang logos splashed on all the
You know how I speaks the truth, how I the youth
I'm an animal, I the booth
Been grinding, out for food to eat
Your boy still eating good, check my new
Since the world is mine, I'mma write my name on the
So that ol' yee faithful, can it and bow
[Masta
Now he's an old Mafia don, back when
He to survive the game, ducking fame
It's how he maintained, the of Grace, kept his lab laced
Ladies of a fine taste, his place guarded
the young charted, found acquitted, all charges
And his heart loss and, take the contract
From the contact, for the right event, it all made sense
He left no prints on the weapon, and he was
Came home from prison stashing, stacking
His whip still his kit, steel flashing
Hands quick, with his shit, three holy foods
Drops jewels, from a street corner level, brother, I'mma rebel
Here to instruct private to buck arms
Ya'll rap cats had your last win, toast the
It's Wu-Tang, our thing, kiss the ring
[Repeat (2x)