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, ring shit, yo
pinky ring shit yo

It's that pinky ring shit, the legend of kid
Shoot out the speakers 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 crafted in
Lady's choice, the voice still peppered

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

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

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

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

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

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

On the beach truck, stuck with 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 is wack, face it the Wu is back

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

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

Queen, even jack Monk
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 like New York they had to name him twice
Name your price, I black out change the lights
Give you the same advice I gave my wife

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

New York, New York, rhyme boss
Code Charley Horse, bust with blind force
I smash set it and for cash credit or check
You crabs test, can't the threat

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

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

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

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

From matter to the big crunch
The vocals in a bunch without one punch
Rare glimpse from the, strictly advanced, proved
Reputation enhanced, since the cause was

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

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

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

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So
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