Luyện nghe bài hát That S*! T

[Intro: Deck]
Wu, Shaolin, yeah,
Lets up y'all
up, we on the rise
10304
with The Movement
Its Roy Jones said
What's son
Y'all of forgot or sutten word
Yo INS

[Inspectah
We love cash, trickin' on a few girls
Spazzin' the yellow cab, through the new world
I walk slow, slaughter like new kicks
On some Wu shit, two chicks my flicks
Might creep through ya town all
Half a bone, inch chrome
Illuminatin' off ya
OT status, the one to get at
Never that, I'm focused at the X on the map
Treasure chest stash, the guest attached
Forty and a mule with the sawed off gat
Fuck the media hype, I'm Stereotype
ya price, then let me get my hand on the dice
All my life, nine out of ten involved in the
for ayallytes with the target sliced
Now the parasite blined by your neon
Tryna eat right so maybe I can nights, yo see

[Chorus: Deck]
get ripe off-a this
Thug all night this
Ladies off-a this
is That Shit
The Projects flip off-a
The get lent off-a this
Crash your whip off-a
this is That Shit

[Inspectah
Yeah yeah, niggaz stay showin' teeth, knowin' they weak
We supply you with the fire son, cope with the
Roamin' the streets, the Jeeps, ownin' the beat
No sleep, papers, stay focused, it's deep
Keep an eye on boy, he gonna rise like the rate
Vibrate the tristate, I make ya jaw
Been around the world, put a on the hill
But greasy like the corner store grill
We like Vegas dice, pay the price
Watch me roll straight in this game of life
See me, yankee hats, John, blue boots on
Movin' in the Ucon, all the new borns
Mommy get ya on, ya bustin' out ya outfit
Lovin' how ya move on the floor, bounce it
Big boys step through, they all aside
They all mesmurised man, y'all

[Inspectah
Heads get ripe this
will bite this, Rebel INS your highness
Screamin' high pitched, survivalist you bare a
In the where it's high risk, I work the Nightshift
this, like that, put pressure on rap
Cheques stack, a sex trap
through an X in my 'yac
Caddy stretched black, question the fact
I lay my head back, off a new Meth track
Count weed, bag green, blue, purple and
Crown with my down Queen lurkin' the town
round, get a glimpse of the kid gettin' big
Feel that, I back, heavy into ya wig
For the fugitives and big throwin' bricks
the plot thugs locked up proven to this
Son hit it like Arabs, the world curb haters
Don't quit ya day job, ya know the words