Luyện nghe bài hát Shaolin Vs Wu Tang

[Kung-fu
Master!
[Sounds of
style... hmmph
The Shaolin deliberately to use the Lord
To our Wu-Tang sword fighting!
The Shaolin never do that!
you? The Shaolin have always looked down at us
Are you the Wu-Tang would become more famous than you?

So you used your poison to set up my master and deliberately frame me!
nonsense!
not nonsense! I saw it myself!
Nonsense! The Shaolin have nothing to from the Wu-Tang but our swordfight

[Intro:
Aiyo! Come on! Let go of the ratchet, son, come on, go! Come on!

Villagers, gangstas, pillagers,
New whips, blue fifths, Shallah, bitch
turtlenecks, the Chef, already reps
Lean off the petty jets, we buy the best
Outfits, powerful rich, pouncers, clips
One bump, two lumps, the shotgun, the new
flying bird, buying herb, new kick, designer birds
She on, and we up, re-up, and free'd up
Jakes it, Rae made it, Clientele, we gon' sell
You starve, he gon' jail, night boots, swim with whales
Better snub, surgical leather gloves, never
We gon' kill, it to the Hill, we forever real
Old records, old luggage, you I'll no rugged
You shoot and we spray, kill off old buzzards
We love it, stand it, you read, the Wu Manual
We found it, grounded, we will, we still scrambling

sample:]
Hold fire!
You two traitors!
You've the Shaolin and Wu-Tang
No, we have not, it's just that they're the
That's right, my
You our kung-fu work
It belong to anybody, IT EVOLVES!
'em!

The wrist lifter, the sitter, baby sitter
The jobless, to the vault, call your sister
The Pyrex, the up in the five, live as
Blunt rolling, only a robe on, some
slapper, the gat packer, blackjacker
Extortionist, as shit, Bob and Back-lur
Ones folder over the stove, gold
The gear dresser, the chop bagger, Marvin
Rap stabber, eat you alive, gold
paces and shit, hold the heckler
Pimp style, Axel Foley, stolen
All ya that know me, ya'll owe me

[Kung-fu
I don't give a damn!
Hahaha, And kill anyone, who dares to go against...