Luyện nghe bài hát N 2 Gether Now

Who can be the
Look up to the
in the land of the lost
Standin up, I'm
I'm up the path
on the highways of rap
Choked up by the and the charcoal
stamps and brands me like a barcode
I'm Dashin all the meteor
the media dykes
As re-enforcements for the
And that alone with keep John Ghotti on the
Tangled in his own I got the bees on the
Where the you at?

Let me you pigeons run your mouth now
the fuck up!
I'm pluggin in them social
That my total bills over a million
The last time I it
Thank God I'm with the mind that I wreck it
Wait until the second round, I'll him out

call me big John stud
My middle mud
water flow
Too for you thugs
That can't stand the
up doc?
Hold big gun Elmer Fudd
The shot
Mr. Meth I'm

Temperature's too hot for

Playin with can get you state time
Lock behind twelve bars from a great
Killa bees in the when there's ladybug
Brought a to tha dance floor to cut a rug
Love is all day 'til they both slug
And another life in cold blood
Can't me?
it's your blood
Murder is
is endless
Same shit day
Father us
They know not what do
Our do
I'm big easy, ya bigbamboo

What's that, I hear you?
Shut the up!
Come on a little
the fuck up!
Everybody N 2 now
Shut the up!
What?

What's that, I didn't hear
Shut the up!
Come on a louder
the fuck up!
Everybody N 2 now
Shut the up!
What?

Headstrong, deadcon, dead by
Deadweight dead wrong
get it on
Twelve of throwdown
Who hold
Protect land with pound
Bizkit
Get like merry-go
What's the
Comin' through stereo
Why it
of the prolific and gifted
Eight vitamins and minerals

Word on the is
They bit my
Knocked out their front
to taste mine
Actin like they through the grapevine
Dope for the baseline
To provide

Hard as to the cubicle
you find that monster
She
Wu-Tang and Limp
on the check
Kick a in the speaker
Pull the and inject

Mic
So what's it all
we gonna run?
Maybe we can up on the sun
Discretion is
For the blood of virgin
Limpin on the track with
So get the
You get your one
Until you
I revolve around you got
From outta prepare
You'll be blinded by the
I told you not to
Now you're turned stone
a microphone
But you forget you're in the zone
So the fuck up!
And take that shit
Cause all your whack
is doodoo
When it's way like that
Burnin up brain like a piston
So all those who listen
Never even knew what were missin
And never even that the sky was fallin down
Wu-Tang Clan for the

What's that, I didn't you?
Shut the up!
on a little louder
Shut the up!
N2 Gether now
Shut the up!
What?

What's that, I didn't hear
Shut the up!
Come on a louder
Shut the up!
N 2 Gether now
Shut the up!
What?

It was over your all day every day


Wu-Tang, Bees, and the Limp

Gotta know the
Gotta to rhyme
It ain't easy greezy
In a world of cleanliness and you know all that other
We

Limp Bizkit, Method Man, the house y'all, bring it on