Luyện nghe bài hát Let Me at Them

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

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

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, bustin mad holes in my
Tongue in your is swiss cheese
The wild freestyler, wild like wilder
Wu-tang killa bee aimed at your
With my stinger, it stun mind, when I bring ya
Thirty-six chambers of anger,
For waiting, to let loose on the
Far commercial no need for no rehearsal
Hit you from all angles form a circle
Go against the grain within close
When I slam, onyx, come get some, that's a promise
I'll represent, here's the
Science of mad murder plates I make
My of speech is deep, like leviathan
Hittin up your block with rhymes, a firing
Shooting for the platinum, bring it back to
The place I got the gat from, let me at them!