Luyện nghe bài hát Rough Cut

Uh, huh, GZA, uh, RZA, uh

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

me a beat, nigga dealin' battles like a thief
Done killed more niggas than in part 3
Stay Wu, on the graveyard and label
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
that shit, props for the clothing
Should of a mirror, 'cuz lyric wasn't rollin'

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

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

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