Luyện nghe bài hát That S*! T

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

[Inspectah
We love fast cash, trickin' on a few
Spazzin' the yellow cab, through the new world
I walk slow, slaughter order like new
On Wu shit, two chicks shootin' my flicks
Might creep through ya town all
a bone, twenty inch chrome
Illuminatin' off ya
OT status, the one to get at
Never sweat that, I'm at the X on the map
Treasure stash, the guest house attached
Forty and a mule with the sawed off gat
the media hype, I'm into Stereotype
Name ya price, then let me get my on the dice
All my life, nine out of ten in the heist
Only for ayallytes with the sliced
Now the parasite by your neon light
eat right so maybe I can sleep nights, yo see

[Chorus: Inspectah
Heads get ripe this
Thug all night off-a
fight off-a this
This is That
The Projects flip off-a
The trees get lent off-a
your whip off-a this
'cause is That Shit

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

[Inspectah
Heads get off-a this
Some will bite this, Rebel INS your
Screamin' high pitched, survivalist you a likeness
In the pits where it's high risk, I the Nightshift
Like this, like that, put on rap
Cheques stack, a sex trap
Shorty through an X in my
Caddy stretched black, don't question the
I lay my back, spazzin' off a new Meth track
Count weed, bag green, blue, purple and
Crown King with my down lurkin' the town
Circle round, get a of the kid gettin' big
that, I peel back, heavy into ya wig
For the fugitives and big timers throwin'
Plus the plot locked up proven to this
Son hit it like Arabs, the don't curb haters
Don't quit ya day job, ya girl the words