Luyện nghe bài hát Love Is The Message

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

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

Drip
Who carry Van ammo?
Nike Airs put the Benz van yo
Chilling niggaz who real
Who real
Big us get wig touched crib rushed

Record and
Slam jams for my
Puff trees, tuck these ruggers in your
Cemented, out of shape mend it
Represent spin been it God

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

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

Represent fully give me your air
Sharp label keep coming out the face
Make room as I step up to the
RZA create of earthquakes
Make no kid y'all just faking
Cross-over cats love to eat bacon
WTC rush Regan
Crush your little song you on your knees begging

Who nigga right there?
Son he trust me, watch shit right here

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

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

out dip promoter
Dead arm that trying to get up over
he clever but he rolled up
on the God yo
Acting like that cheese right
Aight that night dunn on the mic

Jumping out the Lex door lugz on
Looking like he worth ten thousand on the
Cuban connect I had it
This is kid we real
Staring at his steel ask

that he rocking
Bone had laced kid
on his neck 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 to put a laser on your shit boo
Sat there bluffing, nothing
Looking at bird pop
Acting she bugging

18 karat gold and fresh
Me and my regulate to the roots
Big pockets, blow mics out the
Condominium, Karl Kani
Where the at?
We be up in them
A whole lot of dollars and real
The Wu got
Represent 5 percent, or 100

Pay to the stretch Lincoln
Evian Don-Don
Stay calm under
Break the barrier
Big Wu Tang trucks in your area

Wallabees for life, we too
One with the ice
Don't it
What, is the message

18 points on my new record
Dart clapper, ran a snapper
Watch out for
way
Y'all ain't ready for me and the DJ

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

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

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