Luyện nghe bài hát Second Coming

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

Fiends were never waiting in the
ran one step ahead
But the was always there

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

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

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

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

And I think the world can take it
'Cause it 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

Between the new world
We blessed and Wu-Tang fills the air
With the that God posses

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

Billboards melting
In the dark, all the MCs
Are down
God released the 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 the world can take it
it took so long to make it
And the hip-hop never be the same

Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang,