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 you can do, I can do better
Your imagine looks, hotter behind looks
the fear, no one but self, who's shook?

Bring the like the revelations in the holy book
Who's spot you took? Duke off the
I'm the land of the crook, life quit the end
Better as the Brook, rather 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 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 eliminatin' groups that can't
I better meal my deal, my career with no
That of ya'll group can touch what's over here

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

Yo, Justice, how M.C.'s must get pistol whipped?
Crack with bottles of Crys', hollow tips gobble lips
That's the penalty for poppin' 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 gleam the part of a fool

Now hear these from a wise king
See what my eyes
Ten supreme, the theme
We sizzle-line and triple
My grip'll off digital bream, visual scene
Roll footage on your video

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

Give me a beat, dealin' battles like a thief
killed more niggas than Jason in part 3
Stay Wu, on the graveyard and label
Dum dums battle 12 o'clock, now it's able

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

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

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

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