Luyện nghe bài hát N 2 Gether Now

Who can be the
Look up to the
Stranded in the of the lost
Standin up, I'm
I'm blazin' up the
Runnin on the of rap
up by the smoke and the charcoal
Lava stamps and brands me a barcode
I'm Dashin all the meteor
the media dykes
As for the fight
And that with keep John Ghotti on the phone
in his own I got the bees on the track
Where the you at?

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

They call me big stud
My name mud
Dirty water
Too much for you
That can't the flood
What up
Hold big gun like Elmer
The shot
Mr. Meth I'm

Temperature's too hot for

Playin minds can get you state time
Lock behind twelve bars from a great
Killa bees in the club when ladybug
Brought a sword to tha dance to cut a rug
Love is love all day 'til both slug
And take life in cold blood
Can't me?
Cause your blood
Murder is
Crime is
shit different day
Father us
They know not what do
Our do
I'm big easy, ya bigbamboo

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

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

Headstrong, deadcon, by dawn
they dead wrong
get it on
Twelve of throwdown
Who hold
land with both pound
Limp
Get around merry-go
What's the
Comin' your stereo
Why it
of the prolific and gifted
Eight essential and minerals

Word on the is
bit my thesis
Knocked out front teethes
to taste mine
Actin they heard through the grapevine
Dope fiendin for the
To rhyme

Hard as nails to the
you find that monster
She
Wu-Tang and Bizkit
Roll on the
a hole in the speaker
Pull the and inject

Mic
So it all about?
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
outta nowhere prepare
You'll be blinded by the
I you not to stare
Now turned into stone
a microphone
But don't you you're in the zone
So the fuck up!
And take that shit
Cause all your whack
Doodoo is
When way down like that
Burnin up your like a piston
So all who didn't listen
even knew what they were missin
And never even that the sky was fallin down
Wu-Tang for the crown

What's that, I didn't hear
the fuck up!
Come on a louder
Shut the up!
N2 Gether now
Shut the up!
What?

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

It was over your head all day day


Wu-Tang, Bees, and the Limp

Gotta know the
Gotta know to
It ain't bein greezy
In a world of cleanliness and you know all that madness
We

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