Luyện nghe bài hát Reunited

It's Wu motherfuckers, ah Wu-Tang

Reunited, double LP, world
Struck a match to the underground, industry
From metaphorical parables to the Earth
niggas come, try to burglarize the turf
Scattin' off soft-ass them niggas rap happily
Tragically, style, deter-iate, rapidly
missions, throwin' your best known compositions
You add it up, if you mastered addition
Where I from, gettin' visual is habitual
De-mon-strate on hot coal, in rituals
I the paint on the wall, it formed the mural
He took a look, saw the of it, was plural
while impaired, dart hit your garment
Pierced your internal, streamlined
Just consider the unparallel
Of a natural disaster that's impossible to

Bitch ass counterfeit the funk
I the feet of the skunk, tree top of the trunk
Moonshine monk, Ya head, get shrunk
The touch of skunk, I be fuckin' by the chunk
My name black, do words wanna in my dirt?
stop my momma serve, free lunch from the church
I come like a doves
Bitch you at the bus, makin' the fuss, I gots tough love
Unglove the news, a nigga transfuse
Dirty add to the fuse, heavy at the
I walk, I get carried
Gold and platinum on my wall, lookin' properly
But come-ly, I U.F.O. you Brothers
The Indian that sold Manhattan to the man
My grandfather, step up and get knocked the fuck out
Come to the cook-out, bitch at the mouth
You scared? Run around like a plane about to

motherfuckers
Wu-Tang
Yeah, and RZA

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

Is it for destruction
Slap a murder rap on production, I touch somethin' trust nothin'
Iron Lung, Metal
I see em duckin' my gun, bustin', from every angle
Worldwide total carnage, the flow
That be code named Agent Orange, you slow
It's only right you pay
To those that's bout to blow like that up your nose, solid
As a rock when I strike target,
Be on you like a drill sergeant, her-bals
Got me where I be right now, don't know the time
the hour on your sundial, watch me shine
Drunk off of cheap
Each line be on point when I mine
On of my crew, Su, enter the Wu
Thirty-Six more deadly Chambers, to you through

Wu motherfuckers, Wu-Tang motherfuckers