Luyện nghe bài hát The Turn

Everywhere I turn, I see, your
Yeah, ah, yeah, yo, yo,
Yeah, motivate, motivate, the gate, ya'll
Yeah, aiyo, aiyo,

And we the Gods, still tear the hood apart
Darts that'll through faces, taste niggaz hearts
I'm intellectual, plus
And Walbaums to

Shit is right here, buyin' fly gear
Dare any white man or fan nigga, ran niggaz
Blew shotties in lobbies, the grand RZA
We left, the broke, I yoke my vocals, hittin' green smoke

Math', show me when the needle broke
Numb the crowd up, stupid ass Loud fouled up
knew what they had, now they proud of us
Picture my vision, precision, lines out of commission

got me, nigga, the boss, he pop me
Rae, we gotta generate, Lord, I feel the Ditech, the
Buy jets and vehicles, steal a
Wrap up the rap government

Go 'head, ya'll floss wit it, walk wit it, I slap your wit it
Navy blue, New York fitted, I'm frost bitted, two puffs and off wit it
You smell the herb, 'fore I lit the spots forfeit it
Blocks is hot, feel the from fourth fit it

With no regard for your boulevard, just the shit bag and bullet
It's the Riddler, me this, riddle me that
Who the pretender? And who the door man let them enter?
The Wu-Tang, 36 Cham', what you

Got you in the game chokin', like Van coachin'
Your street team, bunch of
Don't ever let me your reachin'
Respect when a man is speakin'

Shh, keep on sleepin', and just like TLC, I on creepin'
The five of ya'll, keep on teachin'
The heat seakin', official, that got issues
Like Funk Doc got snot tissue, hot nikkels

I turn, I see, your face, but you're never there
Shh, shit ain't

Okay, now, same shit, different day, grindin', paid
Self at it, automatic, guns that spit and
have it, ass grab it, time to slip and weight
Godbody, House Party, watch the kid 'n' play

Ya'll gon' make me go postal, up in this house
Full of and hoes that love hustlers
Roll that izza, pour me kizza
Bigga, to my nigga, so drunk can't get up

Shotguns through nose, hot ones through
Let the herb spots run the cops come, suppose
I was just stick in the mud, on a Saturday
Thinkin', how I'mma get the in the club

See my crew thick, I fights to prove it
We undisputed, with batteries included
Honey's bee like Meth, I be what?
They want some cd's, I'm like, "See these, nuts"

If ya'll muthafuckas gettin' high tonight, say all right,
If ya'll muthafuckas drunk tonight, say all right, haha
It be Tical, okay, haha, yeah, yeah,
It be Tical, okay, haha,