Luyện nghe bài hát Rough Cut

Uh, huh, GZA, uh, RZA, uh

Listen, if y'all can spit, we can spit, get it together
anything you can do, I can do better
Your material looks, hotter behind looks
Raise the fear, no one but self, shook?

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

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
Don't matter 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 better my deal, my career with no fear
That none of ya'll group can touch what's over

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

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

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

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

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

Give me a beat, nigga battles like a thief
Done killed more niggas Jason in part 3
Stay Wu, on the graveyard and this
Dum that battle 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 brought a mirror, 'cuz lyric wasn't

My rhymes is all that and yours shit
And at a party, your bitch takin' 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 to my lung, tongue, teeth and gums
When it comes out my mouth, shit's hot and it
Make fools out of bitches like I'm Stern

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