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

Let me hear you pigeons run your now
Shut the up!
I'm in them social skills
keep my total bills over a million
The last time I it
God I'm blessed with the mind that I wreck it
Wait until the second round, knock him out

They call me big stud
My middle mud
Dirty water
Too for you thugs
can't stand the flood
What up
big gun like Elmer Fudd
The sure
Mr. I'm unplugged

Temperature's too hot for

Playin with can get you state time
behind twelve bars from a great mind
Killa bees in the club when there's
Brought a sword to tha floor to cut a rug
is love all day 'til they both slug
And take life in cold blood
feel me?
Cause it's your
is tremendous
Crime is
Same different day
Father us
They know not what do
Our do
I'm big easy, ya bigbamboo

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

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

Headstrong, deadcon, by dawn
they dead wrong
get it on
Twelve rounds of
Who hold
land with both pound
Limp
Get around like
the scenario?
Comin' your stereo
Why it
of the prolific and gifted
Eight essential vitamins and

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

Hard as to the cubicle
you find that monster
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
is advised
For the blood of virgin
Limpin on the track with
So get the
You get one shot
Until you
I revolve around you got
From nowhere prepare
You'll be 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 take that back
Cause all shit's whack
is doodoo
When it's way like that
Burnin up your brain like a
So all those who listen
Never even knew what they were
And even knew that the sky was fallin down
Wu-Tang for the crown

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

that, I didn't hear you?
Shut the up!
Come on a louder
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 easy bein greezy
In a world of cleanliness and you all that other madness
We

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