Luyện nghe bài hát Serving Justice

Chorus: p.r. (9th prince)

Yo yo, y'all niggas talk rubbish, we publish
(y'all niggas try to dub the gods serving justice)
Yall 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.
Apocalypse at my tips
Sense ya tight exit a clip
Fill with engraved of lyrical nondescripts
On my hitlist, tartest, I never miss
Strike a bullseye, say bonzai and ball my

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

[p.r.
with a lisp
Lyrics of force'll skip ya
Shuffle your track, ya shit back
make ya piss
Thoughts of suicide, razor blade pressed ya wrist
bangin' off da walls of ya drums
You resist
impact, yeah jetblack
Shine like
Flashdance on 4th tracks,
They off the meat
The combinations's like one in a
Puerto quarter bizillion
Seven wise men a killing
In this rapworld, shattering like glass buildings
When my blow, you crabs move slow
Murder you dolo, ya heads off
a horse like playing polo

[killa
I flow faster than
Used to to let go
Now my echo for blocks
And north rapidly 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 when niggas start clapping
Make it

p.r. terrorist (9th prince)

Yall talk rubbish, we wu-tang publish
(y'all try to dub this 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)

[9th
I use niggas for practice
year I plan to fuck the baddest actress
On my wu mattress
I'm the tribe of shabazz, your alpine endurance
insurance, was stolen by the thief of bagdad
It's the greatest soundscanner
Whose elbows is made of like tito santana
The god's voicebox connects with frequencies,
Satellites and antennas, saddam is
Shaolin's highlander, with holyfield stamina
I'll punch a in ya stomach, snatch out ya liver
ya body in a plastic bag, and tell my fans
My new is "dead man floating in a river"
My kodak thoughts, dark, clear visions
transition lenses
I rose with the illest, cross ya
You
still murder your ass, with influence
Of conditions
Rza and 4th tracks, make me wanna grab an axe
Prince saddam's a lyrical
A broken brawler, stalker, creepy crawler
With a sawed-off shottie, 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 the gods serving justice)
Yall 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)