Luyện nghe bài hát Serving Justice

Chorus: p.r. (9th prince)

Yo yo, y'all niggas rubbish, we wu-tang publish
(y'all niggas try to dub the gods serving justice)
Yall 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 exit a clip
Fill with engraved initials of lyrical
On my hitlist, tartest, I never miss
Strike a bullseye, say and ball my fist

[killa
Yo I could da livest shit
Hang-gliding off the of a cliff
Country western bitch been
To on my dick
Roll a spliff the of dynamite sticks
you and the mic boot
Strike you till you yodle or ya miss
Make ya brain shift earthquake plates in vegas
North kicks, guaranteed dat ass a free face lift
Crack ya jaw in three places
Leave you

[p.r.
Speak a lisp
of force'll skip ya disk
Shuffle your track, bring ya shit
Then ya piss
Thoughts of suicide, razor pressed against ya wrist
Vocals bangin' off da of ya drums
You can't
Sudden impact, yeah
Shine like
on 4th disciple tracks,
They off the rack
The combinations's like one in a
rican quarter bizillion
Seven wise men making a
In this rapworld, shattering niggas like glass
When my wind blow, you crabs slow
Murder you dolo, take ya off
a horse like playing polo

[killa
I flow faster skolettos
Used to to let go
Now my darts echo for
And travel rapidly 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 missing in action
Fire back when niggas clapping
Make it

Chorus: p.r. (9th prince)

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

prince]
I use niggas for practice
year I plan to fuck the baddest actress
On my wu mattress
I'm from the tribe of shabazz, your endurance
Rhyme insurance, was by the thief of bagdad
It's the world's soundscanner
Whose elbows is made of steel tito santana
The voicebox connects with high frequencies,
and antennas, prince saddam is
Shaolin's highlander, with evander holyfield
I'll punch a hole in ya stomach, snatch out ya
Wrap ya body in a bag, and tell my fans
My new is "dead man floating in a river"
My kodak thoughts, picture dark, clear
transition lenses
I rose with the illest, cross ya
You
I'll still murder ass, with influence
Of conditions
Rza and 4th disciple tracks, me wanna grab an axe
Prince a lyrical lumberjack
A broken brawler, nighttime stalker, crawler
a sawed-off 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 niggas try to dub this the gods 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)