Luyện nghe bài hát Rough Cut

Uh, huh, GZA, uh, RZA, uh

Listen, if can spit, we can spit, please get it together
'Cuz you can do, I can do better
imagine material looks, hotter behind looks
Raise the fear, no one but self, 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
known as the Brook, rather tape then lend

There's a lot of records, but this ain't one of them
DJ's off the books, go put the gun at them
All groupie M.C.'s, I'm bout to 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 eliminatin' groups can't flow
I better meal my deal, my with no fear
That none of ya'll group can touch over here

These cut metal tapes
Quick to break your mates, won't hesitate
Negotiate your stakes, you can't flow right
Or with 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 with bottles of Crys', hollow tips lips
That's the for poppin' that shit
Vanish in a colorless whip, of grip

and clips, tag the strip
You had the to advance
I'm for the holes in your hip
Son, it's the way of the street
by the laws, die by the rules
My gleam play the of a fool

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

Globe patrol, Two On The Road, we fold
Snub react, GZA mack tracks
Stimulate phat, Sunzini, nigga, gifted and
Now watch me mack to the of rap

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

So what, up and made the bitches clap
That was my style's clothes, not the raps
that shit, props for the clothing
Should of brought a mirror, 'cuz wasn't rollin'

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

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 Stern

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