Luyện nghe bài hát The Glock

Yo, yeah, don't erase 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 shit, the legend of masked kid
Shoot out the when my guns get Jurassic
Superbad, who am I? classic
The vandal's back, hands on Bassett

I handle my plastic, I mastered
No coke, dope mixed down acid on record
Broken down and in seconds
Lady's choice, the voice still peppered

Better, respect it, bitch
I rabbits out the hat, tricks up my sleeves
I air out the showroom, the shit can
Fix weave, behold 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 authentic alley joints
Major niggaz, five stars
arms rock when coke dropped we read a hundred niggaz palms

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

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

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

And there's Boss Hog black and 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 truck, stuck with Hawaiian ice
Diamond the whole city thought I bought fubu
you, authentic doodoo, picture the fog iced out
Eighteen karat rap between

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 rips is up
I saw sippin' Henny from a iced out cup
Yo with the blunt, two-way off the hip
I sit took, three drags off the

Now what you talkin'? You see my gold sparkin'?
Ain't tryin' to hear what you be barkin'
Read the headline, that was blast on Post
Dead King, thought he could ace

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

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

Don't fuck with mine, give you lumps in nine
Let the smoke cloud clear so the sun can
shock, for some of us that's all we got
Whether you or not, you can all be shot

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

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

Creep it through the in V8's and 12's
My weight's hell, with me then brace yourself
The Noble, Sir I mass
Known to blast vocals, and move on you locals

This is grown man talkin', coward I your head
I'm from the East where the run red from the bloodshed
Hit for the rice and peas
respect Father E tumbled at ease

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

From dark matter to the big
The came in a bunch without one punch
Rare from the, strictly advanced, proved unstoppable
Reputation enhanced, since the cause was

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

Delivered in a vivid fashion with
The blind couldn't the authenticity
The rhyme from the pressure of heat
it was laid out, on the ground to pave streets

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

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