Luyện nghe bài hát Let Me at Them

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

Blessed with the art rhymes sharp like a circular saw
Hit the like dorf, who wants the war
Then slide by my, lyrical
Chops rush, making black hearts bust, knifes they got
When they rush, like construction tools
Crushing fools, in
Forced to blast you out your fuckin shoes
A south with the bombs I drop
Plan a to terrorize you can't 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
life where caps peel, and crack deals from nine to five
But I in these hard times I nearly died
Now I'm wanted by death I did
Now thrown on a tape with those who can relate
Still I wrap my face a space in the staircase
takin place, yo god, watch the jakes
Out of state dates, chase me with the warrants
For my insurance, switched to michael lawrence
The rebel, through the slums I'm from
Coming with nuff niggaz, and nuff guns to bust son
So read the article, lyrical assassin with the
witnesses are incapable
Of testifying, I won't be frying in the
Plus the case closed, I be ever shackled, and safe clothes
I foes, exasperates then, I make friends
Cause today's friends, theyselves as snakes in the end
And if you fit the then protect ya neck
Shaolin, ins, hill projects

No one on this earth, can 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
There's no one in the

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