Luyện nghe bài hát Kiss The Ring

[**feat. Inspectah Deck & Killa:]
[Intro: ~Raekwon w/ others in background (Inspectah Deck)~]
Suga, here, aiyo man, tell ya man
He better bring fucking money here tomorrow, man
You, up in the joint with me, man
all real, yo, what up son?
Yo, hold the bottle, your night, nigga!
your night! *bottles popping*
Yeah, mad bottles! Playboy! We out of here, man
(Step inside, the ring --- so salute, and toast to the best who done it)
{Give it up for the Clan!}
[Chorus (2x): ~Inspectah
When I step inside, the ring, Wu Familia
La Cosa Nostra, 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 gon' fly off your for lying
And be in bed like 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 as a Rick, I had to maybe with me
All niggas stay in the 90's, getting rich
Rick Ruler robe on with rings, to the throne
Fronting like I know I'm the king, I alone though
up, China's Beemers, taking it to Simon's in Medina
Only just to you and leave ya
These young boys is with aim, I bought 'em all
Fly ranches, cuz they all stand beside me flames
Regardless, yo, to making the classic, you gon' some of the tactics
died, live in the action
A live general when he walk, if he died, we slide
Ninety in the coffin, and take the child
[Repeat
Deck:]
Black Jesus, my walk, check my talk
Legend in the flesh and I rep New
Crowned king, been down to bang, I'm Gang
Knockout specialist, in and out the
Got dinner tables long as 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 still eating good, 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 survive the game, ducking
It's how he maintained, the State of Grace, kept his lab
Ladies of a taste, kept his place guarded
the young charted, found acquitted, all charges
And his loss and, marksmen take the contract
the contact, waiting for the right event, it all made sense
He left no on the weapon, and he was blasting
Came from prison stashing, still stacking
His whip still his kit, steel flashing
quick, nice with his shit, three holy foods
Drops jewels, from a street level, young brother, I'mma rebel
Here to instruct private soldiers to buck
Ya'll rap cats had your last win, the kings
Wu-Tang, it's our thing, kiss the ring
[Repeat (2x)