Luyện nghe bài hát Lutunza

* - originally on Wu-Chronicles as "Lutunza Hit"

Let's get this for real.
It's time to get baby.
Lutunza. All shit.
For real. planned gains.
Just don't no money. For real.
is real in the feel out here.
Yeah.

When iron spit, cats fold, infact get their life
hit, stallion, medallion, Fedel Castro
Cigars lit, coke sniffs got face slashed and
20th century glock, murder with own clip
Eighty-t along things, rip
Spots, the bricks, eight-box, jewellery?
Empire fall quick, project legacy involved
Incarcerated came home, so we linked, form a swarm click
Operate extortion on some calm shit, faggot snitched
Yo, tell him what happened, been found since
Two rounds from ?autopsy?, bound
Barely decomposed corpse, laced ?, out of ditch
Cheddar got me hungry, open lids
Two lies, cry, innocent die, is undivided
Lives got you cryin homicide hit
Look them niggaz shinin, report, no one can find him

Myalansky]
Ain't no surprise, where the funds at? hit
Panic or flich, get clapped, can't stand in pants
Thought he used his head, but he
Fat look, snatch up, duck him and his man and his bitch
hundred thousand dollars, damn it, we're rich
Found dead, stallion horse head in whip
Tote, heist 20th century glock, and clips
Run shit, funds and bricks, lutunza hit

So, what's the chemistry, who ran in spot, plannin your plot?
Half a brick sting, Hermy Heavy, me the glock
Hundred grand a shoebox, his man did drop
Some weed, who popped? You know scared money with a two shot
Dirty shinin' next day, women get new rocks
big heads, Hermy in benzies bangin' Tupac
He lay up with the wiz it's too hot
How the fuck pussies try Myalansky bustin they ooh-wop?
?Preparation verbalhands?, they want they loot
He been a mad man, only really thugs come at ya, shoot ya
Chase your bitch up off the up in a ?soup-up?
M.I.A. found missin' in action, never no clue, what?
And still the beef been too months, to gain this meal, you front
Ones snitch, tongues get split, readin the clip, news at six
For funds and bricks, runnin your shit, gun at your click, hit

Fear type watch eyes that watch guys, wasn't smart,
your clip in your slot time
Specialize a sale of hot nines
State is ill, surely pumpin on ?
in a frontline, 'cause he was a fiend for chocolate-eyes
Bang Gay CD let's get it on, makin a wretch cry
Bitches he dated wasn't dead fly
His ugly Sibrina said he was hungry off lu-chi
Shorty's way of livin took a sen-sai, he was so
Should of seen how he flinched when he got
Took him to the safe and called told him ?clap
One of his mans was throwin up he panicked, slug in his left eye
Bleedin, heard the ambulance, the cat
Escapin the safe like a half of a cake, come on, yo, let's slide
Amateurs frontin and shit, in death, for funds and bricks
was rich, lutunza hit