Luyện nghe bài hát Older Gods

Aiyyo, I roll like a bat out of
acapell's fly spittin' out of my grill
Before I hit the sky with springtime
Juicy as a Sunkist, certain broads dutch this

They carve it in they wrist, pales berry
Straighten the crumbs left on the stove in my lady hair
Plus yours the gold God, the old tainted bald technique
Got these designer niggaz in they whips

Jumpin' out they seats, eighteen, Part II
We like Dorothy on ice
We in your hood we might circle, hats down low in the
Switch lanes, my tire, peel out

loud on the stage yo, I shitted on your hood kid
I shitted on your hood, got to your too late
I'm lookin' real good, draped out, shinin' like a fresh fifty cent
girlfriend, c'mere
Oh shit, you my man's niece, the gourmet pocket

Bombs made of clay, take place
We fucked in forty-eight might walk up in your studio
Time slap your engineer, it's lighter fluid to that
Hand me the now

Aiyyo rainbow Roley on the wrist, now what's
Niggaz this, eight and a half, Bally banana twist
E shakes, puffin' on lye, feedin' the plate
Pullin' out, old dirty to rob gates

Major wake up, the kid telltales, make a nigga wake up
Beats break, the nigga take off his time
status, gladdest
The rich rock and dollar vans grands

That nigga mad savage, stationary of Justice
came clumped out
Just home, now they bunked out
Money be longer than triple

'Til the sun out, that's my word, move it with the burner out
Fidel way of thinkin', with the Mac bent Ac-10
Most of my team, Five Percent check the live said
Rollin with Guess pedestrians yo
Holdin' my nuts, thousand dollar lesbians

Yo, the God put me on and had to rock this
Maintain Three-Sixty Lord live
It only takes a a day, just to analyze life
One time in the respectable

Yo, the Older God put me on and had to this
Maintain Lord live prosperous
It only takes a lesson a day, just to life
One time in the mind

Let the spark, soon as his pit bull barks
scars from skid marks leaves from jams in school parks
Witness, his original statement
Even in protection there's no escapement

Gunned down, we in town, hit king seven crowns
Spent rounds him while he rhyme in the Zebra Lounge
Wounded, in the eighty three summer heat
Up in three-oh-nine park, off the drummer's beat

I stalk the city streets mic wrecks
All lookin' stank, I ain't wit a full deck
And as they nervously stare, I know they
They saw the coming of Wu, the in Times Square

Household name, assassin, bee
Mill to the grain, that the Wu, trilogy
Quick to spot those bite camouflage and blend
Those got styles, they got identical twins

Don't stretch the small thing, copycats are
Without skills, they the art of mimicry
But I go line for line on the page
Your life on the mic is old age