Luyện nghe bài hát Serving Justice

Chorus: p.r. (9th prince)

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

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

sin]
Yo I pull da livest shit
Hang-gliding off the of a cliff
Country western been known
To chokehold on my
Roll a spliff the size of dynamite
you and the mic boot
Strike you till you yodle or ya name
Make ya brain shift like plates in vegas
North flake kicks, guaranteed dat ass a free lift
Crack ya jaw in three different
Leave you

[p.r.
Speak a lisp
of force'll skip ya disk
Shuffle track, bring ya shit back
make ya piss
Thoughts of suicide, razor blade pressed against ya
Vocals off da walls of ya drums
You can't
Sudden impact, yeah
Shine like
on 4th disciple tracks,
They off the meat
The like one in a million
Puerto rican bizillion
Seven wise men a killing
In this rapworld, shattering niggas like buildings
When my wind blow, you move slow
Murder you dolo, take ya off
Riding a like playing polo

sin]
I flow faster than
to hesitate to let go
Now my echo for blocks
And travel north rapidly metro
Clap happy, rap cat get at me, wit ya
See half of them is petro, or
fat ass is in the sex so
Ya buttersoft, sweet talking, sweet
Niggas get ya broke for asking
See I aim kid and my a stay missing in
back when niggas start clapping
Make it

p.r. terrorist (9th prince)

Yall niggas talk rubbish, we publish
(y'all niggas try to dub the gods 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)

[9th
I use niggas for target
This year I plan to the baddest actress
On my waterbed wu
I'm from the tribe of shabazz, alpine endurance
Rhyme insurance, was by the thief of bagdad
It's the world's soundscanner
Whose elbows is made of steel like tito
The god's voicebox connects with frequencies,
Satellites and antennas, prince is
Shaolin's highlander, evander holyfield stamina
I'll punch a hole in ya stomach, snatch out ya
Wrap ya body in a bag, and tell my fans
My new dance is "dead man in a river"
My thoughts, picture dark, clear visions
transition lenses
I rose with the illest, ya fingers
You
I'll still murder ass, with influence
Of insanity
Rza and 4th tracks, make me wanna grab an axe
Prince saddam's a lumberjack
A broken brawler, nighttime stalker, creepy
With a sawed-off shottie, the party,
Go up the lobby

p.r. terrorist (9th prince)

Yo yo, y'all niggas talk rubbish, we publish
(y'all try to dub this the gods 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)