Luyện nghe bài hát Mommy, What's a Gravedigga?

One two, one two
You're ready? ready?

Yo, this one out to Prince Paul, my man Fruitkwan
The Gatekeeper, Rakeem
And last but not the Grym Reaper

As your soul the next stage
Reality obsolete
You have nothin' to fear, to fear

Walking in the shadows you
life is nothing but a fog of animated death
(Gravediggaz)
And to my right it's the one they call
The Grym Reaper, the Reaper

Sparks through the dark, I'm diggin' in the
Or in your brains or your skirt
Burying the past is a very task
I make loot and now everybody's up dirt
I spark the night like a rasta reefer
And to my right is the Gatekeeper, the

Here comes the one, the one wicked sun the slums
how I do when the Gravedigga crew comes
For example, corpses blissed
Half hypnotized my mark on their wrist
The protecta, spector of death, the
Is the RZA, the RZA, the RZA

The bloody, ferocious, attack, hits the
Explosive diagnosis, it's fatal multiple sclerosis
Oh it's, not the hocus
Gravedigga, nigga, just to the focus

Fucking up the tracks like the of the White Lotus
a triptychnosis if you ever try to smoke this

(Gravediggaz)