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
Damn we got to slow this shit down man, you know I mean?

Fiends were waiting in the hill
They ran one ahead
But the jiggy was there

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

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

Between the new world
We blessed and Wu-Tang fills the ear
With the melody of a
(Lord is here)

MCs are melting
In the dark, all the LP's
Are down
God the tape 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 project
There was death, of the mind
Single mothers are filled with

Between the new ages
We blessed and Wu-Tang fills the air
With the knowledge God posses

As I lay there with my
We would look, 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, pain

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

Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang,