Luyện nghe bài hát Tiger Style Crane

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Yo, crack the Martin
For pumpin' weed by the mini-market
Bring it you see me park it
I think big like office
I fuck a ho with a cap on, like Mr. Marcus
Yeah, my feud like Richard Dawson
The said I'm hot in right in your apartment
Brick City, right beside New York
Yeah, the is watchin' even Mimes wanna talk
I run up on a DJ, em' on camera
Makin' sure I get my wax on like
Feel my draft, not filla'
I could walk up in a a start a Mosh Pit up
Yeah, I the pain
11th member of the Wu-Tang, my flow Style Crane
I'm back nigga, ridin' that Train
The rap criminal, my artifact is hard to
Bitch complain, no use in barkin'
Cuz we can go neck-to-neck like Pam and
And smoke like a carton of nigga
On my New Jersey shit, and New York

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Check out the flow
I knock out the mic like Buster Douglas, bitch leave a broke
And Jigga know I clutch the pen it's fuck them hens, I'm puttin' paragraphs in the figure 4
tryin' to take a pack of protein, cuz when I brawl Ima' be strapped like four [?]
Blow smoke rings in the
If I gettin' half of what I sell you ain't eatin' niether
Our leader take no shorts, I know betta'
D-O-C, MVP for Vendetta
I'm on point, never skip of slip
My bitch stay tryin' to kill me Mrs. Smith
If I carry two cannons, no to pull out
I bust through the side of my jeans Bruce Banner
My do it on camera, and to them
I'm Big Brother on my [?] for Gamma
I ride a rider should
And a bitch blow Doc she be famous like Monica
in the blood, get the best in line
Put the eye into yo' watch cuz I'm for time, nigga