Luyện nghe bài hát Rough Cut

Uh, huh, GZA, uh, RZA, uh

Listen, if y'all can spit, we can spit, please get it
'Cuz anything you can do, I can do
imagine material looks, hotter behind looks
Raise the fear, no one but self, who's

Bring the plague like the revelations in the book
Who's you took? Duke off the hook
I'm from the of the crook, life quit the end
known as the Brook, rather tape then lend

There's a lot of records, but this ain't one of them
off the books, go 'head put the gun at them
All groupie M.C.'s, I'm to start stunnin' 'em
Don't what crew, every last one of 'em

gettin' crowded in here, some acts got to go
Let's start by eliminatin' groups that can't
I meal my deal, my career with no fear
That none of ya'll group can touch over here

These cut metal tapes
to break your label mates, won't hesitate
Negotiate your table stakes, you can't flow
Or with me on no night
the slow light, you need to get your show right

Yo, Justice, how many M.C.'s get pistol whipped?
Crack faces with bottles of Crys', hollow tips gobble
That's the penalty for poppin' that
Vanish in a whip, bags of grip

and clips, tag the strip
You had the to advance
I'm sorry for the holes in hip
Son, it's the way of the merchant
Live by the laws, die by the
My gleam play the part of a

Now hear these jewels from a wise
See my eyes seen
Ten supreme, the theme
We sizzle-line and cream
My grip'll off that bream, visual scene
Roll footage on your screen

patrol, Two On The Road, we never fold
Snub react, GZA eliminate tracks
Stimulate phat, Sunzini, nigga, and black
Now me mack to the kingdom of rap

me a beat, nigga dealin' battles like a thief
Done killed more niggas than in part 3
Stay Wu, on the and this label
Dum dums that 12 o'clock, now it's able

So what, up and made the bitches clap
That was because my clothes, not the raps
Ain't that shit, for the clothing
Should of brought a mirror, 'cuz lyric wasn't

My rhymes is all and yours ain't shit
And at a party, your bitch crazy flicks of me
She I was nigga celebrity
But I'm the slums, with the bums drinkin' Hennesey

Take a sip of Jamaican rum
Put fire to my lung, tongue, and gums
When it comes out my mouth, hot and it burns
Make fools out of bitches like I'm Stern

These cut metal tapes
Quick to your label mates, won't hesitate
Negotiate table stakes, you can't flow right
Or with me on no night
Fuck the slow light, you need to get your right