Luyện nghe bài hát Lab Drunk

Wu-Tang worldwide, Wu-Tang, Digital worldwide
Worldwide, word up, all crab MC's out there
Let me spark y'all like one time

Yo, I your fragile bones rattle with babbles
Chrome bowls, microphone thrown strike
Like stone paddles to ya head, you'll be spread across the
And ain't headed for a of roses

Needle threaded, one jaw have it
By the blow, tornado blow, battleship
Wu boats will float, torpedo, you can't a-float
You to the brink of extincted animals

While I bang on your head to the like bawdy animals
stinger, Killa Bee ten inches, sharper than picket fences
Quick to detect your intentions, if wicked
Meditate, the house on the next dimension
My is cohesion, you'll be startled

into my lab half drunk
Honey dipped, stinkin' blunts, like I ran over I skunk
Wiz poppin' junk, it be that time of the month
But it, I got to spit this verse from my lung

Stumbled inside my lab half
dipped, stinkin' blunts, smellin' like I ran over I skunk
Wiz junk, it must be that time of the month
But fuck it, I got to spit verse, yo

Pound drop your to the canvas
It's you got no fuckin' manners
You be duckin hammers, we be clutchin'
amateur challengers, we try to throw off balancers

Keep a 120 brain compounder inside the
You compare to an atom of my hair
While my verbal shot be drillin' through the of your ear
Ricochet to the ceilin', the desert hemisphere
Deflect off your medulla, exit off to the

MCin' is to me than breathin'
And makin' to me is easier than bein'
Killin' is easier than seein'
I be and fuck with the Wu-Tang Clan is wildin'

Bitch, than a foot hill with broke steez
Plot by rocks, wildly ghost, still flyin' trees
My sees all of the unusual energies
Tell me, have you ever felt a sunshine

into my lab half drunk
Honey-dipped, blunts, smellin' like I ran over I skunk
Wiz poppin' junk, it must be time of the month
But fuck that, I got to get a verse from my

Stumbled inside my lab half
Honey dipped, stinkin' blunts, smellin' like I ran over I
Wiz poppin' junk, it must be that of the month
But fuck it, I got to it

Yo, floweress is powerless against me
Your cowardices attack can master track raps
Rap Malcolm, my champagne staims, silver, lex 4
Millennium falcon, just to protect the Wu-Tang's sacred

Chased by Jake's planes, I state's police
We microphone foes, the size of ro-beasts
Unpredictable is inflict able
Razor blade will ripple you, blow will cripple you

1.9 meter, son, you just skipped on my class
Is here to rap camera classes, these bus passes
This system was symphonic, jacked with no
Sound systems blast-es, rhyme was writin', well-casted

Strong as safari hunter, calm in black
the dynamic mic cord and hung you
From a towerin' speaker, I your ear to the tweeter
My mental idea's are more severe your heater

drive-bys, 85'ers shoot try to over throw us
They love us like babies, once they get to us
Your is powerless against me

Stumbled into my lab half
Honey-dipped, stinkin' blunts, smellin' like I ran over I
Wiz poppin' junk, it must be time of the month
But fuck that, I got to get a from my lung

Stumbled into my lab half
Honey-dipped, stinkin' blunts, smellin' like I ran over I
Wiz poppin' junk, it must be that of the month
But that, I got to get the verse out my lung