Luyện nghe bài hát The Glock

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

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

I handle my plastic, I mastered
No coke, dope down with acid on record
Broken down and crafted in
Lady's choice, the golden still peppered

Better, it, bitch believe
I pull 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 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], gettin' rec room punch
We in them authentic alley joints
general niggaz, five stars
Both arms rock when coke dropped we a hundred niggaz palms

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

I got my uzi back, you dudes is wack, face it the Wu is
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 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
Stan thought he was soft 'til he bit his
The shit had me dyin' yo, big fat bleedin'
Big cat nigga all

On the beach truck, stuck with ice
Diamond twice the whole city I bought fubu
Blew you, authentic doodoo, picture the fog out
Eighteen karat rap noodles

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

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

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

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

John John, straight up hold the ice
So nice like New they had to name him twice
Name your price, I black out then change the
Give you the advice that I gave my wife

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

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, can't measure the

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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