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
Runnin on the of rap
Choked up by the and the charcoal
Lava stamps and me like a barcode
I'm all the meteor strikes
the media dykes
As re-enforcements for the
And that alone keep John Ghotti on the phone
Tangled in his own I got the bees on the
the fuck you at?

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

They me big John stud
My middle mud
Dirty water
Too for you thugs
That can't stand the
What up
Hold big gun like Fudd
The sure
Mr. Meth I'm

Temperature's too hot for

Playin with minds can get you time
Lock behind twelve bars from a mind
Killa bees in the club there's ladybug
Brought a to tha dance floor to cut a rug
Love is all day 'til they both slug
And take another life in blood
feel me?
Cause it's your
is tremendous
Crime is
Same shit day
forgive us
They know not they do
Our do
I'm big easy, ya bigbamboo

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

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

Headstrong, deadcon, dead by
Deadweight they wrong
get it on
Twelve of throwdown
Who hold
Protect with both pound
Limp
Get like merry-go
the scenario?
Comin' through stereo
Why it
Lifestyles of the and gifted
Eight essential vitamins and

Word on the is
bit my thesis
Knocked out their front
Tryin to mine
Actin like they through the grapevine
Dope fiendin for the
To provide

Hard as to the cubicle
Where you find that
She
Wu-Tang and Bizkit
on the check
Kick a 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
on the track with Method
So get the
You get one shot
you dissolve
I around everything you got
outta nowhere prepare
You'll be blinded by the
I you not to stare
Now you're into stone
a microphone
But don't you forget you're in the
So the fuck up!
And take that shit
Cause all your shit's
is doodoo
When way down like that
Burnin up your brain like a
So all those who didn't
Never even knew they were missin
And never knew that the sky was fallin down
Clan for the crown

What's that, I didn't you?
the fuck up!
Come on a little
the fuck up!
Everybody N2 now
the fuck up!
What?

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

It was over your all day every day


Wu-Tang, Killa Bees, and the

Gotta the time
Gotta to rhyme
It easy bein greezy
In a world of and you know all that other madness
We

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