Luyện nghe bài hát N 2 Gether Now

Who can be the
up to the cross
Stranded in the of the lost
up, I'm sideways
I'm up the path
Runnin on the of rap
up by the smoke and the charcoal
Lava stamps and brands me a barcode
I'm all the meteor strikes
Keep the dykes
As for the fight
And that alone with John Ghotti on the phone
Tangled in his own I got the on the track
the fuck you at?

Let me hear you run your mouth now
Shut the up!
I'm pluggin in social skills
That keep my total bills a million
The last I checked it
God I'm blessed with the mind that I wreck it
Wait the second round, I'll knock him out

call me big John stud
My middle mud
Dirty water
Too much for you
That stand the flood
up doc?
Hold big gun like Fudd
The sure
Mr. Meth I'm

Temperature's too hot for

Playin minds can get you state time
Lock twelve bars from a great mind
Killa bees in the when there's ladybug
a sword to tha dance floor to cut a rug
Love is love all day they both slug
And take life in cold blood
feel me?
Cause it's your
Murder is
is endless
Same shit day
forgive us
They know not they do
Our do
I'm big like easy, ya

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

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

Headstrong, deadcon, by dawn
Deadweight they dead
get it on
Twelve rounds of
Who crown?
Protect land both pound
Limp
Get like merry-go
the scenario?
Comin' through your
Why it
Lifestyles of the and gifted
Eight essential and minerals

Word on the is
bit my thesis
Knocked out their front
Tryin to taste
Actin like they heard the grapevine
Dope fiendin for the
To rhyme

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

Mic
So it all about?
Where we run?
Maybe we can up on the sun
Discretion is
For the blood of eyes
Limpin on the with Method
So get the
You get one shot
you dissolve
I around everything you got
From nowhere prepare
be blinded by the glare
I you not to stare
Now you're turned stone
a microphone
But don't you forget you're in the
So the fuck up!
And that shit back
Cause all your whack
Doodoo is
When it's way like that
Burnin up your brain a piston
So all who didn't listen
Never even knew what they were
And never even knew that the sky was down
Wu-Tang for the crown

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

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

It was your head all day every day


Wu-Tang, Bees, and the Limp

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

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