Luyện nghe bài hát Love Is The Message

Remind me I gotta go handle my business
Know what I'm
up
(Love is love)
Yo, don't play with them up in here
Them shits is

Hey yo, hey yo, hits
Timbaland finale
Damn imagine bringing back Alam Bally's
Glass of this, leather down status
That's crabbage, can't see the real so you

Drip
Who carry Van Damme
Nike Airs Uptown put the van yo
Chilling with niggaz who
Who real
Big us get your wig touched rushed

Record and
Slam for my mans
Puff trees, these ruggers in your lands
Cemented, bent out of shape it
Represent been through it God

the Mac splendid
Time Balotti rap version of the black
Rob me God'll act
never been done before
It's son you gum it out
Run it in the gun

all day
Fat like Bob
Dipped in the latest spot me right
Wu executive new Donna Jay
Darts in your area that's how I
Nobody else shouldn't really a say
When it down to this Shaolin, U.S.A.

fully give me your air space
Razor Sharp label keep out the face
Make room as I step up to the
RZA create sounds of
Make no mistake kid just faking
Cross-over cats love to eat bacon
WTC like Regan
Crush your little song while you on your begging

Who that nigga right
Son he trust me, this shit right here

We see y'all in the back all tread out
the heat out
Ready to stop all out
Play me, maybe you will catch gravy kid
We ill in the back feeling on ladies

We see y'all niggaz in the back all out
the heat out
Ready to stop all out
Play me, maybe you will catch more kid
We ill in the back feeling on your

Dripped out dip
Dead arm that nigga trying to get up
he clever but he rolled up
on the God yo
Acting like cheese ain't right
Aight that dunn rolled on the mic

Jumping out the Lex door lugz on
like he worth ten thousand on the arms
Cuban I had it smashed
is Godville kid we real
Staring at his dunn ask

Jewels he rocking
Bone had laced kid
Screaming on his Lex rocking
had a fat lab
Hundred bag, you had
Ohh, little wifey had it all a fat ass

What you eat boo?
The due
wanna get you
You need to put a laser on your boo
Sat there bluffing, nothing
Looking at pop shit
Acting she bugging

18 karat gold and boots
Me and my team to the roots
Big pockets, blow mics out the
Condominium, Karl Kani
the honey's at?
We be getting up in
A lot of dollars and real scholars
The Wu got
5 percent, or 100 percent

Pay attention to the stretch
Evian Don-Don
Stay under pressure
Break the sound
Big Wu Tang trucks roll in your

Wallabees for life, we too
One with the ice
stress it
What, is the message

18 points on my brand new
Dart clapper, ran like a
out for Cappa
way
Y'all cats ain't for me and the DJ

We see niggaz in the back all treed out
Throw the out
Ready to stop all out
Play me, maybe you catch more gravy kid
We ill in the feeling on your ladies

We see y'all in the back all treed out
the heat out
Ready to stop all out
me, maybe you will catch more gravy kid
We ill in the feeling on your ladies

Du-du, one
Dance hall
Yo, yo, yo, yo