Luyện nghe bài hát The Glock

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

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

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

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

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

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

Silencers, garbage of hash
For every cop we retired now the nigga on smash
Gash you out your fast
You swing 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 is wack, face it the Wu is back

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

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

On the beach truck, with Hawaiian ice
Diamond twice the whole city thought I fubu
Blew you, authentic doodoo, picture the fog out
karat rap between noodles

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

Up at Killa Bee headquarters, 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 drags off the

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

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

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

Don't fuck with mine, Clan give you lumps in
Let the cloud clear so the sun can shine
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 Horse, bust with blind force
I smash set it and wreck for cash credit or
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 I feel then we can merge then

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

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

My brothers wait 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 eyes 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
Through extreme depths, with the pen I hold
Watch the block for one became all
'em with the long forgotten rainfall

Delivered in a fashion with simplicity
The blind couldn't the authenticity
The rhyme from the pressure of heat
Then it was 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 is wack, face it the Wu is back

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