Luyện nghe bài hát Serving Justice

Chorus: p.r. (9th prince)

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

[p.r.
Apocalypse at my tips
Sense ya tight grip a clip
Fill with engraved initials of lyrical
On my hitlist, terrorist tartest, I miss
a bullseye, say bonzai and ball my fist

[killa
Yo I pull da livest shit
off the side of a cliff
Country western bitch known
To on my dick
Roll a spliff the size of sticks
you and the mic boot
Strike you till you yodle or ya name
Make ya brain shift earthquake plates in vegas
North kicks, guaranteed dat ass a free face lift
ya jaw in three different places
Leave you

[p.r.
Speak a lisp
of force'll skip ya disk
Shuffle your track, bring ya shit
Then make ya
of suicide, razor blade pressed against ya wrist
Vocals off da walls of ya drums
You can't
Sudden impact, jetblack
Shine 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, shattering niggas like glass
When my wind blow, you crabs slow
you dolo, take ya heads off
Riding a horse like polo

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

Chorus: p.r. (9th prince)

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

[9th
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
Rhyme insurance, was stolen by the thief of
the world's greatest soundscanner
Whose elbows is made of like tito santana
The god's connects with high frequencies,
and antennas, prince saddam is
Shaolin's highlander, with holyfield stamina
I'll punch a in ya stomach, snatch out ya liver
Wrap ya in a plastic bag, and tell my fans
My new is "dead man floating in a river"
My kodak thoughts, picture dark, clear
Like lenses
I with the illest, cross ya fingers
You
still murder your ass, with influence
Of conditions
Rza and 4th disciple tracks, make me grab an axe
Prince saddam's a lyrical
A brawler, nighttime stalker, creepy crawler
With a shottie, rock the party,
Go up the lobby

Chorus: p.r. (9th prince)

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