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

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

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

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

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

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

Here the one, the one wicked sun from the slums
That's how I do the Gravedigga crew comes
For example, leaving corpses
hypnotized with my mark on their wrist
The protecta, of death, the selecta
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 pocus
Gravedigga, nigga, to keep the focus

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

(Gravediggaz)