Luyện nghe bài hát Kiss The Ring

[**feat. Inspectah & Masta Killa:]
[Intro: ~Raekwon w/ various others in (Inspectah Deck)~]
Suga, come here, aiyo man, ya man
He better bring that money here tomorrow, man
You, up in the joint with me, man
It's all real, yo, up son?
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)
{Give it up for the Clan!}
[Chorus (2x): Deck~]
When I step inside, the ring, Wu Familia
La Cosa Nostra, our thing
So salute, and toast to the best who it
Murder rap shit, I spit, for the vets who it

By the time you read this
Your gon' 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, 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, walking to the
Fronting like I I'm the king, I live alone though
Buying up, China's Beemers, taking it to Simon's in
Only just to you and leave ya
young boys is crafted with aim, I bought 'em all
Fly ranches, cuz they all stand beside me flames
Regardless, yo, to making the classic, you witness some of the tactics
Some died, live in the
A live general when he walk, if he died, then we
Ninety in the coffin, and take the child
[Repeat
Deck:]
Black Jesus, check my walk, check my
in the flesh 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 old kitchens
And Wu-Tang splashed on all the dishes
You know how I speaks the truth, how I teach the
I'm an animal, I the booth
Been grinding, out for food to eat
boy still eating good, check my new physique
Since the world is mine, I'mma write my on the clouds
So ol' yee faithful, can praise it and bow
[Masta
Now he's an old Mafia don, back when
He managed to the game, ducking fame
It's how he maintained, the State of Grace, his lab laced
Ladies of a fine taste, kept his guarded
While the young charted, found acquitted, all
And his heart loss and, marksmen take the
From the contact, waiting for the right event, it all made
He left no on the weapon, and he was blasting
Came from prison stashing, still stacking
His whip still matching his kit, flashing
Hands quick, with his shit, three holy foods
Drops jewels, from a street level, young brother, I'mma rebel
Here to instruct private to buck arms
Ya'll rap cats had last win, toast the kings
It's Wu-Tang, it's our thing, kiss the
[Repeat (2x)