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 you can do, I can do better
Your imagine material looks, behind looks
Raise the fear, no one but self, who's

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

There's a lot of wack records, but this ain't one of
DJ's off the books, go 'head put the gun at
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' that can't flow
I better meal my deal, my with no fear
none of ya'll group can touch what's over here

These rough cut tapes
to break your label mates, won't hesitate
Negotiate your stakes, you can't flow right
Or fuck 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 of Crys', hollow tips gobble lips
That's the penalty for poppin' shit
Vanish in a colorless whip, of grip

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

Now these jewels from a wise king
See my eyes seen
Ten year supreme, the
We and triple cream
My grip'll off that digital bream, visual
Roll footage on your screen

Globe patrol, Two On The Road, we fold
react, GZA mack eliminate tracks
Stimulate phat, Sunzini, nigga, and black
Now watch me mack to the of rap

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

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

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

a sip of some 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 Howard

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