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

Bring the like the revelations in the holy book
spot you took? Duke off the hook
I'm from the land of the crook, life the end
Better known as the Brook, rather tape then

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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