Luyện nghe bài hát Reunited (remix)

It's Wu motherfuckers, ah motherfuckers

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

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

motherfuckers
Wu-Tang
Yeah, and RZA

Yo, yo, The Riddler, funny bone tickler, freak
Bigger sex enigma pistol fertilize your stigma
Stink box, order pink dot
get stuck on ink blots as I plug to the sink box
Wu-Tang Incorp. take brain on spacewalk
Talk strange like B-jork, hero Jim Thorpe
How can I put it? is like video footage
to edit, directors, that never understood it
I'm too impulsive, my deadly corrosive
Attack when you least notice 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
Eighty proof, Absolut, mixed with cranberry juice
boost, I got yo' neck in a noose
Keep my money wrinkled, the rap star killer instinct
Sixteen bar nickle sell more copies than
Grow like a fetus no hands and feet to complete us
And we return like Jesus, the whole world need us

Is it for destruction
Slap a murder rap on this production, I touch trust nothin'
Lung, Twisted Metal
I see em duckin' my dart gun, bustin', every angle
Worldwide total carnage, the flow
That be code named Agent Orange, killin' you
It's only you pay homage
To those that's to blow like that shit up your nose, solid
As a rock when I strike target,
Be screamin' on you 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 wine
Each line be on point when I mine
On behalf of my crew, Su, the Wu
Thirty-Six more Chambers, to take you through

Wu motherfuckers, Wu-Tang motherfuckers