Luyện nghe bài hát Serving Justice

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

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

[killa
Yo I could pull da livest
Hang-gliding off the of a cliff
Country western bitch been
To chokehold on my
Roll a spliff the size of sticks
Sideswipe you and the mic
Strike you you yodle or ya name miss
Make ya brain shift earthquake plates in vegas
North flake kicks, guaranteed dat ass a free face
Crack ya jaw in different places
Leave you

[p.r.
Speak with a
Lyrics of force'll ya disk
Shuffle your track, ya shit back
Then make ya
Thoughts of suicide, razor blade pressed ya wrist
Vocals bangin' off da walls of ya
You can't
impact, yeah jetblack
Shine like
Flashdance on 4th tracks,
They off the meat
The like one in a million
Puerto rican quarter
Seven wise men a killing
In this rapworld, shattering niggas like 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 like metro
Clap happy, rap cat get at me, wit ya
See half of is petro, or deadly
fat ass is in the sex so
Ya buttersoft, talking, sweet walking
Niggas get ya neck for asking
See I aim kid and my a stay missing in
Fire back when niggas start
it happen

Chorus: p.r. (9th prince)

Yall niggas rubbish, we wu-tang publish
(y'all niggas try to dub this the serving justice)
Yo, y'all talk rubbish, we wu-tang publish
(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 plan to fuck the actress
On my wu mattress
I'm from the tribe of shabazz, your alpine
Rhyme insurance, was stolen by the of bagdad
It's the world's soundscanner
elbows is made of steel like tito santana
The god's voicebox connects with frequencies,
and antennas, prince saddam is
Shaolin's highlander, evander holyfield stamina
punch a hole in ya stomach, snatch out ya liver
Wrap ya body in a plastic bag, and my fans
My new dance is "dead man in a river"
My kodak thoughts, picture dark, clear
transition lenses
I rose the illest, cross ya fingers
You
I'll still murder ass, with influence
Of insanity
Rza and 4th tracks, make me wanna grab an axe
saddam's a lyrical lumberjack
A broken brawler, nighttime stalker, creepy
a sawed-off shottie, rock the party,
Go up the lobby

p.r. terrorist (9th prince)

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