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
imagine material looks, hotter behind looks
Raise the fear, no one but self, who's

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

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

It's gettin' in here, some acts got to go
Let's start by groups that can't 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 mates, won't hesitate
Negotiate your table stakes, you flow right
Or with me on no night
Fuck the slow light, you need to get your show

Yo, Justice, how M.C.'s must get pistol whipped?
Crack faces with bottles of Crys', 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 chance to
I'm for the holes in your hip
Son, it's the way of the street
Live by the laws, die by the
My play the part of a fool

Now hear these from a wise king
See what my seen
Ten year supreme, the
We sizzle-line and triple
My off that digital bream, visual scene
Roll footage on video screen

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

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

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

My is all that 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, the bums drinkin' Hennesey

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

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