Luyện nghe bài hát The Glock

Yo, yeah, erase none of that good shit in the beginnin'
Yo, drinks on ya, get stank on ya
Yo, yo, ring shit, yo
That pinky 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 handle my plastic, I mastered
No coke, mixed down with acid on record
Broken down and in seconds
choice, the golden voice still peppered

Better, it, bitch believe
I pull rabbits out the hat, 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, face it the Wu is

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

Silencers, bags of hash
For every cop we paid retired now the nigga on
Gash you out your burner
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 the fuck yo? Yo, what the fuck y'all comin' for?
Get the fuck from my door
We got big guns in here, coke there
With blue bag and E pills under the chair

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

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

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 rips is up
I saw [unverified] sippin' from a iced out cup
Yo with the blunt, two-way off the hip
I sit took, three drags off the

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

Queen, couldn't jack Monk
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 nice New York they had to name him twice
Name your price, I black out then change the
Give you the same advice I gave my wife

fuck with mine, Clan give you lumps in nine
Let the smoke clear so the sun can shine
Culture shock, for some of us all we got
you ball or not, you can all be shot

New York, New York, legendary boss
Code name Charley Horse, bust blind force
I smash set it and wreck for 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 a disturbance
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 with me then yourself
The Noble, Sir I mogul
Known to blast vocals, and global on you locals

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

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

dark matter to the big crunch
The vocals came in a bunch one punch
Rare glimpse from the, advanced, proved unstoppable
Reputation enhanced, the cause was probable

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

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

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

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