Luyện nghe bài hát On Tha Ground

This is not two DJ's, not Touch, not Wop
Not that skinny bitch Cameron she's hot
Not those Tony, wanted to pop me in that movie
Now I'ma that name, Diaz, y'all can sue me
Any beat given to me, shit, I'll close it
In and out the booth, hot like we to sound
Now who holds the crown? Yo let's it four ways
I'm always, be Spain and Norway
(RZA)]
Slicka upp sparka ner dessa katter fler
Fr dessa snubbars
Jag silar p scen
Det r vad dom nr jag har gtt
Vad dom skriver p nt
Hur jag lt, hur jag var
Vad jag sa, var jag bra
Var jag keff, var jag
Var jag aight, var jag
Var jag nice, var jag
Var jag alls
Var jag kung, var jag
(Fuck shit)
Om do diggar min stil man
(Nigga, that shit)

Don't fuck with my money, son, don't fuck with my
Don't fuck with my lab and don't fuck my whip
fuck with my jewels, my weed or my dip
Or I might get the glock, son, and fuck this clip
off the Remingtons, steel shots got you tremblin'
Runnin' so fast you lost the tree off the
Flamed the heat I squeeze, feel the adrenaline
And we bust shots like we cowboys and Indians

Yo
Let the world witness real shit 'bout to go down
RZA program, N.Y. mixed with sound
it's laid, history already made
We broke gates across waters, across lands, borders
Remember my F-to the E-V-E-N
Tell ya crew, tell ya school, tell ya to kin
In act two, this is my chance to blast
And my G-F-X, yeah remember that too
here on the ground - ? (repeat 4X)

Nigga-nigga-nigga
Down here on the ground, we niggaz up
We break shit down, yo
The God Rzarec' is known breakin' specs
attraction to wizzes keep their coochie wet
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, I'm a
of the lunar and polar, German luger holders
Best to the fuck up, my mag buckin' up
The could stop Mack trucks so don't act up
Fatal guillotine carrier blast like the harrier
Sip of the blackberry, I might marry ya

There's a lot of that separates y'all from me
I'm in touch with the streets, reply to me
If I'm by my people there's no why in me
A real fighter, maybe a young Sly in me
I'm like that Spanish Rocky, a bit cocky
Me around ya girl, y'all could where that cock be
it's not in my pants, not in my hands
Y'all could look at it like, I her hot in advance

Jag ser ett finger I ett
Vi tar till
Det r likadant, hr ditt prat I publikhav
Jag mig sjlv
mitt shit sjlv
Slashar mitt vl
in cash varje kvll
Stndigt aktuell 100 decibel, debil,
G p I ett svart kldesstll
Jag r som en grogg utan virke, bara ren jvla
Jag r som en formel ett, fast I en jvla bil

Let me more, spit more, kick more shit
I'ma hit more, more than Clark on Dick
I'm a bit sharper than Bronco whips
You talkin' this, don't the Miss that's killin' this
Down here on the - ? (repeat 6X)