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

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

There's a lot of 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
Don't what crew, every last one of 'em

It's gettin' crowded in here, acts got to go
Let's start by eliminatin' groups that flow
I meal my deal, my career with no fear
That of ya'll group can touch what's over here

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

Yo, Justice, how many M.C.'s must get pistol
faces with bottles of Crys', hollow tips gobble lips
That's the penalty for poppin' shit
Vanish in a colorless whip, of grip

and clips, tag the strip
You had the to advance
I'm sorry for the holes in hip
Son, it's the way of the merchant
by the laws, die by the rules
My gleam the part of a fool

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

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

Give me a beat, nigga 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 it's

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

My rhymes is all that and yours shit
And at a party, bitch takin' crazy flicks of me
She said I was nigga
But I'm from the slums, with the drinkin' Hennesey

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

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 to get your show right