Luyện nghe bài hát Second Coming

God damn man these radio be buggin'
Man it's o'clock in the mornin, damn
This hip-hop shit keep
Damn we got to slow this down man, you know what I mean?

were never waiting in the hill
They ran one ahead
But the jiggy was always

Upon the pavement
was death, enslavement of the mind
Single mothers are filled with

As I lay there with my
We would look, the window and cry
Then in the sky

Between the new ages
We were and Wu-Tang fills the ear
the melody of a train
(Lord is here)

False MCs are
In the dark, all the LP's
Are going
God released the out, early May

And I don't think the world can it
'Cause it took so long to it
And the hip-hop game'll never be the

Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang,

Upon the pavement
was death, enslavement of the mind
Single are filled with stress

Between the new world
We were blessed and Wu-Tang the air
With the knowledge that God

As I lay there my baby
We would look, the window, and cry
Then the Wu-Tang appears, in the sky

Billboards melting
In the dark, all the MCs
Are going
God released the tape of, pain

And I don't think the world can it
'Cause it so long to make it
And the game'll never be the same

And I don't the world can take it
it took so long to make it
And the game'll never be the same

Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang,