Luyện nghe bài hát On Tha Ground

This is not two DJ's, not Touch, not Wop
Not that skinny bitch Cameron although hot
Not brothers Tony, wanted to pop me in that movie
Now claim that name, Diaz, y'all can sue me
Any beat to me, shit, I'll close it down
In and out the booth, hot we supposed to sound
Now who holds the Yo let's split it four ways
I'm always, gonna be and Norway
(RZA)]
Slicka upp sparka ner katter blir fler
Fr dessa problem
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, fuck shit)

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

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

what?
Down here on the ground, we fuck up
We break down, yo look
The God Rzarec' is breakin' Gucci specs
Magnetic attraction to wizzes keep their wet
is in the eye of the beholder, I'm a super-nova
Controller of the lunar and polar, German luger
Best to back the up, my mag buckin' up
The slugs could Mack trucks so don't act up
Fatal guillotine blast like the space harrier
Sip of the blackberry, Berry I might ya

There's a lot of shit 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, there's a young Sly in me
I'm like Spanish Rocky, attitude a bit cocky
Me around ya girl, y'all could where that cock be
Well it's not in my pants, not in my
could look at it like, I make her hot in advance

Jag ser ett finger I ett
Vi tar till
Det r alltid likadant, hr prat I publikhav
Jag mig sjlv
Fixar mitt shit
mitt shit vl
Drar in cash varje
Stndigt 100 decibel, debil, ikvll
G p I ett svart kldesstll
Jag r som en grogg utan virke, ren jvla stil
Jag r som en hundra formel ett, I en jvla bil

Let me bring more, spit more, more shit
I'ma hit more, stick than Clark on Dick
I'm a bit more sharper than Bronco
You talkin' this, don't underspeed the Miss killin' this
Down on the ground - ? (repeat 6X)