Luyện nghe bài hát Legend of the Liquid Sword

Who won the covenant role, based on a poll?
For the tells told and rap scrolls
pitch for language that's built within
Where half the rap ink hold my pen
Meanin' when MC's came, to out the name
They signed the documents with the, blood of the
Far removed this hip hop life, off course
But the confidence and resilience was never

In the thank and research lab, I laid tracks
Seen work rule my life but it never my back
Destiny forever shake from the to come
From the father and the contents of the sun
A solid gold with a verse that glitters
Until the platinum beat comes increasingly

They joined in a alliance with the rest
Schemin' with in a zealous quest
We all see, a degree of certainty
Who the fake, cowardly cats behind the be
They hunt, for the skin, flesh, the blood, and
In front, want to impress with stones

Now the man who brought you the legend of the liquid swords?
Rap say 'Damn' you're sick with yours'
4th chamber and the too
nigga be the GZA from Wu
And if you don't
About the piroclastic
Hotter the spark that made it blow
You recognize, recognize

Why U-N-I-verse run like works forever?
Words pulled together, change in the weather
The nature and the scale of events make sense
A storm no warnin' you're drawn in, environments
that's gone mad, clouds of dust and debris
Moving at colossal speeds, they an MC

Since this rap region is heavily packed stars
Internal mirror in the telescope, the Czar
From far away, they blink as the lightnin'
Great of space between precise globes
That travel in a circle of
the tape in your cassette recorder
Filled cult for slaughter
the contracts manifestly work

The hitman for hire, weapon in his he lurks
In spite of the appearance he laid a clearance
On his through a crowded market no interference
The microphone left on the scene without a
Evidence consistent with material
Surprisingly, as we marched with great size and degree
Till it spread

Now who's the man who brought you the of the liquid swords?
Rap say 'Damn' you're sick with yours'
4th and the shadowboxin' too
That nigga be the GZA Wu
And if you know
the piroclastic flow
Hotter than the that made it blow
You better recognize,

Yeah, yeah, GZA,