Luyện nghe bài hát N2gether Now (Remix By Neptunes)

Who can be the
up to the cross
Stranded in the of the lost
Standin up, I'm
I'm up the path
on the highways of rap
Choked up by the smoke and the
stamps and brands me like a barcode
I'm Dashin all the meteor
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 hear you pigeons run mouth now
the fuck up!
I'm pluggin in them skills
That my total bills over a million
The time I checked it
Thank God I'm with the mind that I wreck it
Wait until the round, I'll knock him out

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

Temperature's too hot for

Playin with minds can get you time
behind twelve bars from a great mind
Killa in the club when there's ladybug
a sword to tha dance floor to cut a rug
Love is all day 'til they both slug
And take another life in cold
feel me?
Cause your blood
is tremendous
Crime is
Same different day
Father us
They not what 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!
N 2 Gether now
Shut the up!
What?

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

Headstrong, deadcon, dead by
they dead wrong
get it on
Twelve of throwdown
Who hold
Protect land both pound
Limp
Get like merry-go
What's the
Comin' through stereo
Why it
Lifestyles of the prolific and
Eight essential vitamins and

Word on the is
bit my thesis
Knocked out their teethes
Tryin to taste
Actin like they through the grapevine
fiendin for the baseline
To provide

Hard as to the cubicle
Where you 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
on the track with Method
So get the
You get your one
you dissolve
I revolve everything you got
outta nowhere prepare
You'll be blinded by the
I told you not to
Now you're into stone
a microphone
But don't you forget in the zone
So shut the up!
And take that back
Cause all your whack
is doodoo
When it's way down like
Burnin up your like a piston
So all who didn't listen
Never even what they were missin
And never even that the sky was fallin down
Wu-Tang for the crown

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

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?

It was over 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, the house y'all, bring it on