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

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

sin]
Yo I could pull da shit
Hang-gliding off the side of a
Country western bitch been
To chokehold on my
Roll a spliff the size of sticks
Sideswipe you and the mic
Strike you till you yodle or ya name
Make ya brain like earthquake plates in vegas
North flake kicks, guaranteed dat ass a face lift
Crack ya jaw in different places
Leave you

[p.r.
Speak a lisp
of force'll skip ya disk
Shuffle track, bring ya shit back
Then ya piss
Thoughts of suicide, razor pressed against ya wrist
Vocals bangin' off da walls of ya
You resist
Sudden impact, jetblack
Shine like
on 4th disciple tracks,
They off the rack
The like one in a million
Puerto rican bizillion
wise men making a killing
In this rapworld, shattering niggas like buildings
When my wind blow, you move slow
Murder you dolo, take ya off
Riding a like playing polo

sin]
I flow faster than
Used to to let go
Now my darts echo for
And travel north rapidly 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, talking, sweet walking
Niggas get ya neck 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, y'all niggas talk rubbish, we publish
(y'all try to dub this
The gods justice, with ruckus
Killarmy, we put the mic on the crutches)

[9th
I use for target practice
This year I to fuck the baddest actress
On my wu mattress
I'm from the tribe of shabazz, your alpine
insurance, was stolen by the thief of bagdad
It's the greatest soundscanner
Whose is made of steel like tito santana
The god's voicebox connects high frequencies,
and antennas, prince saddam is
Shaolin's highlander, with holyfield stamina
I'll punch a hole in ya stomach, snatch out ya
Wrap ya in a plastic bag, and tell my fans
My new dance is "dead man in a river"
My kodak thoughts, picture dark, clear
Like transition
I rose with the illest, cross ya
You
I'll still murder ass, with influence
Of conditions
Rza and 4th disciple tracks, make me grab an axe
Prince saddam's a lumberjack
A broken brawler, nighttime stalker, creepy
With a shottie, rock the party,
Go stick up the

p.r. terrorist (9th prince)

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