Luyện nghe bài hát N 2 Gether Now

Dj....Premier...

[Fred
Uh uh uh
Who could be the
Look up to the
Stranded in the land of the
Standin up I'm
I'm blazin up the
on and on the of rap
up by the smoke in the charcoal
Lava and brands me like a bar code
I'm all the media strikes
To keep the dikes
As for the fight
And alone
Will keep John on the phone (haa haa)
I'm tangled in the
I got the on the track
the fuck you at? (Tical!)
Let me hear you pigeons run ya now
(Shut the up!)
I'm pluggin in them skills
That my total bills
a million
Last I checked it
God I'm blessed with a mind that'll wreck it
Wait until the round and knock em out

Man]
They call me Big Stud
My middle Mud
Dirty water
Too much for you
And can't the flood
What up Doc? Hold big gun Elmer Fudd
The
Mr. Meth I'm (learn)
too hot for sunblock (burn)
Playin wit
will get you time
Locked behind 12 bars a great mine
bees in the club
Wit his
Brought a sword to the floor
To cut a rug
Love is all day
Till they throw
And take another in cold blood
Can't me til its your blood
rates tremendous
Crime is
shit different day
Father us
They not what they do
All is due
Im big like
And big

(Meth) 2x]

Whats that, I didn't you
(Shut the up)
on, a little louder
(Shut the up)
in together now
(Shut the up)
huh
(Just shut the fuck up the fuck up)

Head strong calm ??
Dead weight to wrong
get it on
Twelve
I'll down
Wu crown
Protect land wit 4
Limp
Get around merry-go
a scenario
Comin through your
Why it
Lifestyles of the prolific and
8 essential and minerals delicious
on the street is
They bit my
Knocked out front teefers
to taste mine
Actin like they heard it through the
Dope fiendin for the 2 for 5 rhyme

hard as to the cuticles
Where you find that she beautiful
Wu Tang and Bizkit roll on the set
Kick a hole in the pull the plug and inject

[Fred
Mic
So whats it all (bout)
And we gonna run? (run)
Maybe we can up on the sun
Discretion is
For the blood eyes
We limpin on the track the Method
So get the (sunblock)
You one shot (haa)
you dissolve
I
everything you got
From nowhere

You be by the glare
I you not to stare
Now you're turned into
a microphone
But you forget you're in a zone
(So the fuck up)
And take that back
'cause all your shits
(Doo doo is doo doo)
When its out like that
Burnin up your brain like a
So all those didn't listen
Now they even what they were missin
And now they even knew the sky was

Wu Tang Clan for the

2x]

It was over head
All day and day
S I N Y
Wu Tang Killa
And the Limp
Y'all know the
know the rhyme
It easy bein greazy in a world full of cleanliness
And, you know, all that madness
We Peace

Limp
Man
Rock the y'all
it on