Luyện nghe bài hát Let Me at Them

Yoyoyoyoyoyo! yo
Is the ready for this son?
Niggaz ain't for this ock
One two whatcha do (I'm gonna give it to em anyway though man)
Peep the inspectah deck (you know they ain't for it)
Lyrical
wu-tang
Slang,
it live
You know time it is

Blessed with the art that's sharp like a circular saw
Hit the floor like dorf, who the war
Then by my, lyrical driveby
Chops rush, making black hearts bust, plus they got
When rush, built like construction tools
fools, in twos
Forced to blast you out your fuckin shoes
A south swap with the bombs I
a to terrorize you can't stop the plot
Execution of an amateur, who dared to the
Clansman, a sword like excalibur
Truth is my shield, show and I reveal
Reality, a the heart can feel
Livin life where caps peel, and crack deals from to five
But I survived in these hard times I died
Now I'm wanted by I did escape
Now it's thrown on a tape those who can relate
Still I wrap my face take a in the staircase
Hits place, yo god, watch the jakes
Out of court dates, chase me with the warrants
For my insurance, names to michael lawrence
The rebel, through the slums I'm from
Coming through nuff niggaz, and nuff guns to bust son
So read the article, lyrical assassin with the
Potential witnesses are
Of testifying, I won't be in the chair
Plus the case closed, I won't be shackled, and safe clothes
I foes, exasperates then, I make friends
Cause friends, show theyselves as snakes in the end
And if you fit the trend protect ya neck
Shaolin, ins, hill projects

No one on earth, can hold me
No one on earth, can fool me
No one on earth, can grip the mic
Like, i, do,

You ever, feel, you can
Test me, you got to face the and
Never, to the mic again
no one in the world

Let me at them! I blast off like a magnum
Forty-four caliber, mad holes in my challenger
Tongue in your throat is cheese
The wild freestyler, like gene wilder
Wu-tang killa bee aimed at brain
With my stinger, it your mind, when I bring ya
Thirty-six of anger, frustration
For waiting, to let on the nation
Far commercial no need for no rehearsal
Hit you from all angles then a circle
Go against the within close range
When I slam, like onyx, get some, that's a promise
I'll represent, the evidence
of mad murder plates I make sense
My technique of speech is deep, like
Hittin up your block with rhymes, like a
Shooting for the platinum, then it back to
The place I got the gat from, let me at them!