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, shook?

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

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

It's gettin' in here, some acts got to go
Let's start by eliminatin' groups that flow
I meal my deal, my career with no fear
That none of group can touch what's over here

These rough cut 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 slow light, you 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' that
Vanish in a whip, bags of grip

and clips, tag the strip
You had the chance to
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 a wise king
See what my seen
Ten year supreme, the
We sizzle-line and triple
My grip'll off that bream, visual scene
footage on your video screen

Globe patrol, Two On The Road, we fold
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
killed 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 the bitches clap
That was because my clothes, not the raps
that shit, props for the clothing
Should of a mirror, 'cuz lyric wasn't rollin'

My is all that and yours ain't shit
And at a party, your takin' crazy flicks of me
She I was nigga celebrity
But I'm the slums, with the bums 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 Howard

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