Luyện nghe bài hát Serving Justice

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 niggas try to dub
The gods 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 nondescripts
On my hitlist, tartest, I never miss
Strike a bullseye, say bonzai and my fist

sin]
Yo I pull da livest shit
Hang-gliding off the side of a
Country western bitch been
To on my dick
Roll a spliff the size of dynamite
you and the mic boot
Strike you till you or ya name miss
Make ya brain shift like earthquake plates in
North flake kicks, guaranteed dat ass a free face
ya jaw in three different places
Leave you

[p.r.
Speak with a
of force'll skip ya disk
Shuffle your track, ya shit back
Then make ya
Thoughts of suicide, razor blade against ya wrist
Vocals bangin' off da walls of ya
You can't
Sudden impact, jetblack
Shine like
Flashdance on 4th tracks,
off the meat rack
The like one in a million
Puerto rican quarter
wise men making a killing
In this rapworld, niggas like glass buildings
When my wind blow, you crabs slow
Murder you dolo, take ya off
a horse like playing polo

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

Chorus: p.r. (9th prince)

Yall niggas talk rubbish, we wu-tang
(y'all niggas try to dub the gods serving justice)
Yo, 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)

prince]
I use for target practice
This I plan to fuck the baddest actress
On my waterbed wu
I'm from the tribe of shabazz, your endurance
Rhyme insurance, was stolen by the of bagdad
the world's greatest soundscanner
Whose is made of steel like tito santana
The god's connects with high frequencies,
Satellites and antennas, saddam is
Shaolin's highlander, with evander stamina
I'll punch a hole in ya stomach, snatch out ya
Wrap ya body in a plastic bag, and my fans
My new is "dead man floating in a river"
My kodak thoughts, dark, clear visions
Like transition
I with the illest, cross ya fingers
You
I'll murder your ass, with influence
Of conditions
Rza and 4th tracks, make me wanna grab an axe
Prince a lyrical lumberjack
A broken brawler, nighttime stalker, 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 this the serving 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)