Luyện nghe bài hát Rough Cut

Uh, huh, GZA, uh, RZA, uh

Listen, if y'all can spit, we can spit, please get it
anything you can do, I can do better
Your imagine material looks, behind looks
Raise the fear, no one but self, who's

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

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

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

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

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' shit
Vanish in a colorless whip, of grip

Doo-rags and clips, tag the
You had the to advance
I'm sorry for the 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 king
See what my seen
Ten supreme, the theme
We and triple cream
My off that digital bream, visual scene
footage on your video screen

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

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

So what, looked up and the bitches clap
was because my style's clothes, not the raps
Ain't that shit, 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 bitch crazy flicks of me
She said I was celebrity
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 fools out of bitches like I'm Stern

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