Luyện nghe bài hát Second Coming

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

Fiends were never waiting in the
They ran one step
But the jiggy was always

Upon the project
There was death, enslavement of the
Single mothers are filled with

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

Between the new ages
We blessed and Wu-Tang fills the ear
With the 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
it took so long to make it
And the hip-hop game'll never be the

Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang,

Upon the project
There was death, of the mind
Single mothers are filled stress

the new world ages
We were blessed and Wu-Tang the air
the knowledge that God posses

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

Billboards started
In the dark, all the MCs
Are down
God the tape of, Earthly pain

And I don't think the world can it
it took so long to make it
And the hip-hop never be the same

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

Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang,