Luyện nghe bài hát Reunited

It's Wu motherfuckers, ah Wu-Tang

Reunited, LP, world excited
a match to the underground, industry ignited
From parables to fertilize the Earth
Wicked come, try to burglarize the turf
Scattin' off soft-ass beats them niggas rap
Tragically, that style, deter-iate,
Uncompleted missions, throwin' your best compositions
You add it up, if you mastered addition
Where I come from, gettin' is habitual
De-mon-strate on hot coal, in rituals
I splash the on the wall, it formed the mural
He took a look, saw the manifestation of it, was
Rhymin' impaired, dart hit your garment
Pierced your internal, streamlined
Just consider the advantage
Of a natural that's impossible to manage

Bitch ass niggaz the funk
I smoke the feet of the skunk, top of the trunk
drunken monk, Ya head, get shrunk
The of skunk, I be fuckin' bitches by the chunk
My name black, do words wanna in my dirt?
Bitch stop my momma serve, lunch from the church
I come a thousand doves
you quiet at the bus, makin' the fuss, I gots tough love
Unglove the news, watch a transfuse
add to the fuse, heavy at the booze
I walk, I get carried
Gold and frisbee's on my wall, lookin' properly
But come-ly, I U.F.O. you Brothers
The Indian that sold to the white man
My grandfather, step up and get knocked right the out
Come to the cook-out, Dirty at the mouth
You scared? Run around a plane about to crash

Wu-Tang
motherfuckers
Yeah, and RZA

Yo, yo, The Riddler, bone tickler, freak Caligula
Bigger sex enigma pistol fertilize your stigma
box, order from pink dot
MC's get on ink blots as I plug to the sink box
Wu-Tang Incorp. take your on spacewalk
Talk strange like B-jork, great Jim Thorpe
How can I put it? Life is video footage
Hard to edit, directors, that never it
I'm too impulsive, my corrosive dosage
Attack when you least through explosive postage
I don't play, the rap saute for the day
Ruler A, Leg Leg Arm Head
Spread like plague, we drink by the jig
I got the golden egg plus the
proof, Absolut, mixed with cranberry fruit juice
Ginseng boost, I got yo' neck in a
Keep my wrinkled, the rap star twinkle killer instinct
Sixteen bar nickle more copies than Kinko
Grow like a with no hands and feet to complete us
And we return like Jesus, when the whole world us

Is it appetite for
a murder rap on this production, I touch somethin' trust nothin'
Iron Lung, Metal
I see em duckin' my dart gun, bustin', from angle
Worldwide carnage, the sickest flow
That be named Agent Orange, killin' you slow
It's only you pay homage
To those bout to blow like that shit up your nose, solid
As a rock I strike target, verbal
Be screamin' on you like a drill sergeant,
Got me I wanna be right now, don't know the time
Check the hour on sundial, watch me shine
off of cheap wine
Each line be on point when I speak
On of my crew, Su, enter the Wu
Thirty-Six more Chambers, to take you through

Wu motherfuckers, Wu-Tang motherfuckers