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 imagine material looks, behind looks
the fear, no one but self, who's shook?

Bring the like the revelations in the holy book
Who's spot you took? Duke off the
I'm the land of the crook, life quit the end
Better known as the Brook, rather 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 bout to start 'em
Don't what crew, every last one of 'em

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

These rough cut tapes
Quick to break your 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 get pistol whipped?
Crack faces with bottles of Crys', hollow tips gobble
That's the penalty for poppin' that
Vanish in a colorless whip, of grip

and clips, tag the strip
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 of a fool

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

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

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

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

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

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

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