Luyện nghe bài hát Let Me at Them

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

Blessed with the art that's sharp like a circular saw
Hit the like dorf, who wants the war
Then slide by my, driveby
Chops rush, making black hearts bust, plus knifes got
When they rush, built like tools
Crushing fools, in
Forced dude to you out your fuckin shoes
A swap with the bombs I drop
Plan a to terrorize you stop the plot
Execution of an amateur, who dared to the
Clansman, holding a sword like
is my shield, show and prove I reveal
Reality, a coldness the heart can
Livin life where caps peel, and crack deals from nine to
But I survived in these hard I nearly died
Now I'm wanted by death I did
Now it's thrown on a tape those who can relate
Still I wrap my face take a in the staircase
takin place, yo god, watch the jakes
Out of state dates, chase me with the warrants
For my insurance, switched names to lawrence
The rebel, stomps the slums I'm from
through with nuff niggaz, and nuff guns to bust son
So the article, lyrical assassin with the arsenal
Potential are incapable
Of testifying, I won't be frying in the
Plus the case closed, I won't be ever shackled, and safe
I foes, exasperates then, I make friends
Cause today's friends, show as snakes in the end
And if you fit the trend then protect ya
Shaolin, ins, hill projects

No one on earth, can hold me
No one on this earth, can 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, bustin mad holes in my
Tongue in your throat is swiss
The freestyler, wild like gene wilder
Wu-tang bee aimed at your brain
my stinger, it stun your mind, when I bring ya
Thirty-six chambers of anger,
For waiting, to let loose on the
Far from commercial no for no rehearsal
Hit you from all angles then a circle
Go against the grain close range
When I slam, onyx, come get some, that's a promise
I'll represent, here's the
of mad murder plates I make sense
My of speech is deep, like leviathan
Hittin up your with rhymes, like a firing
for the platinum, then bring it back to
The same I got the gat from, let me at them!