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, pinky shit, yo
pinky ring shit yo

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

I handle my plastic, I mastered
No coke, dope mixed down with on record
down and crafted in seconds
Lady's choice, the golden voice still

Better, respect it, 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 dudes is wack, it the Wu is back

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

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

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

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

On the beach truck, stuck Hawaiian ice
Diamond twice the whole city thought I bought
Blew you, authentic doodoo, the fog iced out
Eighteen karat rap noodles

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

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

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

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

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

fuck with mine, Clan give you lumps in nine
Let the smoke cloud clear so the sun can
Culture shock, for some of us 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 wreck for cash credit or
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 cause a
I'm thirstin, feel I feel then we can merge then

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

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

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

From dark 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 compare but don't blast
Through depths, with the pen I hold fast
the block thirst for one became all
Shot 'em with the long forgotten

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