Luyện nghe bài hát The Glock

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

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

I my plastic, gunplay I mastered
No coke, mixed down with acid on record
Broken and crafted in seconds
Lady's choice, the golden voice peppered

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

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

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

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

I got my uzi back, you dudes is wack, 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 away from my door
We got big in here, coke over there
With bag and E pills stashed under the chair

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

On the truck, stuck with Hawaiian ice
Diamond twice the whole city I bought fubu
Blew you, authentic doodoo, the fog iced out
Eighteen karat rap between

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

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

Now what you talkin'? You see my gold sparkin'?
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
Probably find him in Doc back trunk
Bdoodoodoo, I'm up at the Wu
Readin' Malcolm's, "Any Necessary"

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

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

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

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

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

This is grown man talkin', coward I split head
I'm from the East where the streets run red from the
Hit Chef for the and peas
'Nuff respect Father E tumbled at

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

dark matter to the big crunch
The vocals came in a without one punch
glimpse from the, strictly advanced, proved unstoppable
Reputation enhanced, since the cause was

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

Delivered in a vivid fashion with
The couldn't verify 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, face it the Wu is

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