Luyện nghe bài hát Second Coming

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

Fiends were never in the hill
ran one step ahead
But the jiggy was there

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

As I lay there with my
We would look, from the and cry
suddenly in the sky

Between the new world
We were blessed and fills the ear
With the of a train
(Lord is here)

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

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

Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang,

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

Between the new world
We were blessed and fills the air
the knowledge that God posses

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

Billboards melting
In the dark, all the MCs
Are down
God released the tape of, Earthly

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

And I think the world can take it
'Cause it so long to make it
And the game'll never be the same

Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang,