Luyện nghe bài hát The Glock

Yo, yeah, don't none of that good shit in the beginnin'
Yo, spill drinks on ya, get on ya
Yo, yo, ring shit, yo
That pinky shit yo

It's that pinky ring shit, the of masked kid
Shoot out the when my guns get Jurassic
Superbad, who am I? Dolemite
The vandal's back, hands on Angela

I handle my plastic, gunplay I
No coke, dope mixed down acid on record
down and crafted in seconds
Lady's choice, the golden still peppered

Better, respect it, believe
I pull rabbits out the hat, up my sleeves
I air out the showroom, the can breathe
Fix your weave, my expertise

I got my uzi back, you is wack, face it the Wu is back
I got my uzi back, you is wack, face it the Wu is back

Take it to the [unverified], leanin' gettin' rec room punch
We in them alley switchin' joints
Major niggaz, five stars
Both rock when coke dropped we read a hundred niggaz palms

Silencers, bags of hash
For cop we paid retired now the nigga on smash
Gash you out your fast
You down hatin' me now respect get your fingers off the glass

I got my uzi back, you is wack, face it the Wu is back
I got my uzi back, you dudes is wack, face it the Wu is

Yo what the fuck yo? Yo, what the fuck y'all for?
Get the fuck away my door
We got big in here, coke over there
With blue bag and E pills stashed the chair

And there's Boss Hog and white pit with the pink lips
thought he was soft 'til he bit his fingers
The had me dyin' yo, big fat nigga bleedin'
Big cat all season

On the beach truck, stuck with ice
Diamond twice the city thought I bought fubu
Blew you, doodoo, picture the fog iced out
karat rap between noodles

I got my uzi back, you is wack, face it the Wu is back
I got my uzi back, you dudes is wack, it the Wu is back

Up at Killa Bee headquarters, full is poured up
I saw [unverified] Henny from a iced out cup
Yo the blunt, two-way vibratin' off the hip
I sit took, drags off the honey-dip

Now what you talkin'? You see my gold fronts
Ain't tryin' to what you dogs be barkin'
Read the headline, that was on today's Post
King, thought he could ace Ghost

Queen, couldn't jack Monk
find him in Doc Doom's back trunk
Bdoodoodoo, I'm up at the Wu
Readin' Malcolm's, "Any Necessary"

John John, Bacardi straight up the ice
So nice like New York had to name him twice
Name your price, I black out change the lights
Give you the same advice that I gave my

Don't fuck with mine, Clan give you in nine
Let the smoke clear so the sun can shine
Culture shock, for some of us all we got
you ball or not, you can all be shot

New York, New York, legendary rhyme
Code name Charley Horse, bust with blind
I smash set it and for cash credit or check
You crabs test, measure the threat

I dance on a nigga like my Zab Judah
Rap barracuda, XL kahuna
Sure to get it perkin' and a disturbance
I'm thirstin, feel what I then we can merge then

Creep it the states in V8's and 12's
My weight's hell, fuck me then brace yourself
The Noble, Sir I mogul
Known to blast vocals, and global on you locals

This is grown man talkin', I split your head
I'm from the East the streets run red from the bloodshed
Hit Chef for the rice and
'Nuff respect Father E at ease

My brothers can't wait to squeeze the
They need wreck like a drug dealer need a
Floatin' on the 95, sting a killer bee
Your can't hit what your eyes can't see

From matter to the big crunch
The came in a bunch without one punch
Rare glimpse from the, strictly advanced, proved
enhanced, since the cause was probable

So you contrast but don't blast
Through extreme depths, with the pen I hold
Watch the block for one became all
Shot 'em with the long rainfall

Delivered in a vivid with simplicity
The couldn't verify the authenticity
The rhyme came from the pressure of
Then it was laid out, on the ground to pave

I got my uzi back, you dudes is wack, it the Wu is back
I got my uzi back, you dudes is wack, it the Wu is back

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