Luyện nghe bài hát Rough Cut

Uh, huh, GZA, uh, RZA, uh

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

Bring the plague the revelations in the holy 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 wack records, but 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

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

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Quick to break label mates, won't hesitate
Negotiate your table stakes, you can't right
Or fuck with me on no
Fuck the slow light, you need to get your show

Yo, Justice, how many M.C.'s must get whipped?
Crack with bottles of Crys', hollow tips gobble lips
the penalty for poppin' that shit
Vanish in a colorless whip, 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 street
Live by the laws, die by the
My gleam the part of a fool

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

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

Give me a beat, nigga dealin' battles like a
Done killed niggas than Jason in part 3
Stay Wu, on the graveyard and this
Dum dums battle 12 o'clock, now it's able

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

My rhymes is all that and yours ain't
And at a party, your bitch takin' crazy of me
She said I was nigga
But I'm from the slums, with the drinkin' Hennesey

a sip of some Jamaican rum
Put fire to my lung, tongue, teeth and
When it comes out my mouth, shit's hot and it
Make out of bitches like I'm Howard Stern

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Quick to break your mates, won't hesitate
Negotiate your table stakes, you can't flow
Or fuck me on no night
Fuck the slow light, you to get your show right