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, hotter looks
Raise the fear, no one but self, shook?

Bring the 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 one of them
off the books, go 'head put the gun at them
All groupie M.C.'s, I'm bout to stunnin' 'em
Don't matter what crew, every one of 'em

gettin' crowded in here, some acts got to go
Let's start by eliminatin' groups that flow
I better meal my deal, my career with no
That none of ya'll can touch what's over here

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

Yo, Justice, how many M.C.'s must get whipped?
Crack faces with bottles of Crys', hollow gobble lips
the penalty for poppin' that shit
Vanish in a colorless whip, bags of

and clips, tag the strip
You had the chance to
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 the part of a fool

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

Globe patrol, Two On The Road, we never
react, GZA mack eliminate tracks
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 and this label
Dum dums that 12 o'clock, now it's able

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

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

a sip of some Jamaican rum
Put fire to my lung, tongue, and gums
When it comes out my mouth, hot and it burns
Make fools out of bitches like I'm Howard

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