Luyện nghe bài hát Rough Cut

Uh, huh, GZA, uh, RZA, uh

Listen, if can spit, we can spit, please get it together
'Cuz anything you can do, I can do
Your material looks, hotter behind looks
the fear, no one but self, who's shook?

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

There's a lot of records, but this ain't one of them
DJ's off the books, go 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 can't flow
I better meal my deal, my career with no
none of ya'll group can touch what's over here

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

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

Doo-rags and clips, tag the
You had the chance to
I'm sorry for the holes in hip
Son, it's the way of the merchant
by the laws, die by the rules
My play the part of a fool

Now hear these jewels from a wise
See what my eyes
Ten supreme, the theme
We and triple cream
My grip'll off that digital bream, visual
Roll on your video screen

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

Give me a beat, nigga dealin' like a thief
Done more niggas than Jason in part 3
Wu, on the graveyard and this label
Dum that battle 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, props for the
Should of brought a mirror, lyric wasn't rollin'

My rhymes is all that and yours ain't
And at a party, your bitch takin' 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 to my lung, tongue, teeth and gums
When it comes out my mouth, hot and it burns
Make fools out of bitches like I'm Stern

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