Luyện nghe bài hát Tiger Style Crane

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Yo, the Remy Martin
For niggas pumpin' by the mini-market
Bring it when you see me it
I think big Diddy office
I fuck a ho with a baseball cap on, Mr. Marcus
Yeah, my feud like Richard Dawson
The survey said I'm hot in right in apartment
This Brick City, right New York
Yeah, the streets is watchin' even wanna talk
I run up on a DJ, em' on camera
sure I get my wax on like Daniel-san
Feel my draft, not filla'
I could walk up in a church a start a Pit up
Yeah, I the pain
member of the Wu-Tang, my flow Tiger Style Crane
I'm back nigga, ridin' Gravy Train
The rap criminal, my artifact is to tame
wanna complain, no use in barkin'
Cuz we can go neck-to-neck like Pam and
And smoke like a carton of Newports
On my New shit, and New York nigga

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Check out the flow
I knock out the mic like Buster Douglas, bitch leave a nigga
And Jigga know when I clutch the pen it's them hens, I'm puttin' paragraphs in the figure 4
Fuck tryin' to take a pack of protein, cuz when I brawl Ima' be strapped four [?]
Blow rings in the meetin'
If I ain't gettin' half of what I sell you eatin' niether
Our leader take no shorts, I know betta'
This D-O-C, MVP for
I'm always on point, never of slip
My bitch stay tryin' to kill me Mrs. Smith
If I carry two cannons, no time to out
I through the side of my jeans like Bruce Banner
My dogs do it on camera, and to
I'm Big Brother on my [?] for Gammafide
I ride a rider should
And when a bitch 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