Luyện nghe bài hát Serving Justice

Chorus: p.r. (9th prince)

Yo yo, y'all niggas talk rubbish, we publish
(y'all niggas try to dub this the serving justice)
Yall niggas talk rubbish, we wu-tang
(y'all try to dub this
The gods serving justice, with
Killarmy, we put the mic on the crutches)

[p.r.
Apocalypse at my tips
Sense ya tight grip exit a
Fill with engraved initials of nondescripts
On my hitlist, tartest, I never miss
a bullseye, say bonzai and ball my fist

[killa
Yo I pull da livest shit
Hang-gliding off the side of a
western bitch been known
To on my dick
Roll a the size of dynamite sticks
Sideswipe you and the mic
Strike you till you or ya name miss
Make ya brain like earthquake plates in vegas
flake kicks, guaranteed dat ass a free face lift
Crack ya jaw in different places
you speechless

[p.r.
Speak a lisp
Lyrics of force'll skip ya
Shuffle your track, bring ya back
make ya piss
Thoughts of suicide, razor blade against ya wrist
Vocals bangin' off da walls of ya
You resist
Sudden impact, jetblack
like shalack
Flashdance on 4th tracks,
They off the rack
The like one in a million
Puerto rican quarter
wise men making a killing
In this rapworld, niggas like glass buildings
When my blow, you crabs move slow
Murder you dolo, take ya off
Riding a horse playing polo

[killa
I flow than skolettos
to hesitate to let go
Now my darts for blocks
And travel north rapidly like
happy, rap cat get at me, wit ya faculty
See half of them is petro, or
fat ass is in the sex so
Ya buttersoft, sweet talking, sweet
Niggas get ya neck for asking
See I aim kid and my a missing in action
Fire back when niggas start
Make it

Chorus: p.r. (9th prince)

Yall niggas talk rubbish, we publish
(y'all niggas try to dub this the serving justice)
Yo, y'all niggas talk rubbish, we wu-tang
(y'all niggas try to dub
The gods justice, with ruckus
Killarmy, we put the mic on the crutches)

prince]
I use niggas for practice
This year I to fuck the baddest actress
On my wu mattress
I'm from the tribe of shabazz, alpine endurance
insurance, was stolen by the thief of bagdad
It's the greatest soundscanner
Whose elbows is made of like tito santana
The god's voicebox with high frequencies,
Satellites and antennas, saddam is
Shaolin's highlander, with evander holyfield
I'll a hole in ya stomach, snatch out ya liver
Wrap ya in a plastic bag, and tell my fans
My new dance is "dead man in a river"
My thoughts, picture dark, clear visions
Like lenses
I rose the illest, cross ya fingers
You
I'll still your ass, with influence
Of conditions
Rza and 4th disciple tracks, make me wanna an axe
Prince a lyrical lumberjack
A brawler, nighttime stalker, creepy crawler
a sawed-off shottie, rock the party,
Go stick up the

Chorus: p.r. (9th prince)

Yo yo, y'all niggas talk rubbish, we wu-tang
(y'all niggas try to dub the gods serving justice)
niggas talk rubbish, we wu-tang publish
(y'all try to dub this
The gods serving justice, ruckus
Killarmy, we put the mic on the crutches)