Luyện nghe bài hát Triumph

What y'all thought wasn't gon' see me?
I'm the of this shit
Wu-Tang is here forever,
like this ninety-seven
Aight my and my niggarettes
Let's do it this
I'ma rub your ass in the
Let's take it back to

I bomb atomically, philosophies
And can't define how I be droppin' these
Mockeries, perform armed robbery
Flee with the lottery, possibly spotted me
Battle-scarred shogun, explosion my pen hits
Tremendous, ultra-violet shine blind
I inspect view through the see millennium
Killa Beez sold fifty sixty platinum
Shackling the masses with drastic rap
displays melt the steel like blacksmiths
Black Wu jackets Beez ease the guns in
Rumblin' patrolmen tear gas laced the
Heads by the take flight incite a war
Chicks hit the floor, die fans demand more
Behold the bold soldier, the globe slowly
Proceeds to swingin' swords like Shinobi
grounds I pound footprints in solid rock
Wu got it locked, performin' on your hottest block

As the world turns, I spread germs
Bless the globe the pestilence, the hard-headed never learn
It's my testament to burned
Play my position in the game of life, standing
On foreign land, jump the gun out the frying pan, into the
into the Ghostrider, or Six Pack
In A Streetcar Desire, who got my back?
In the of fire holding back, what?
My if you with me where the fuck you at?
is strapped, and they trying to twist my beer cap
It's adjourned, for the bad seed from bad sperm
got my wig fried like a bad perm, what the blood
Clot, we smoke pot, and spots
You want to twice, I think not
The Lung ain't got ta tell you where it's coming from
Guns of Navarone, tearing up your zone
Rip through your

I twist darts from the heart, tried and
Loot my on the LP, my team is on to slang rocks
Certified chatterbox, 'Donna talking
Tell your walking
cover kid, what? Run for your brother, kid
Run for team, and your six camp rhyme groupies
So I can squeeze with the advantage, and get
My deadly notes supreme
fort is basic compared to mine
Domino effect, arts and
Paragraphs contain
Take a free ride on my thought, I got the
Catalogs for all y'all to all to the Gods

The continues
Wu-Tang,

Olympic flaming, we burn so sweet
The of victory, the agony, defeat
We crush slow, flaming deluxe
For, judgment day come'th, conquer, war
Allow us to escape, glow spinning bomb
full of shells out the sky, Golden Arms
Tune the shit immortal combat sound
The false step make, the blood stain the ground
A jungle junkie, vigilante
A death kiss, cap off squeeze anthem
Hold it for ransom, tranquilized anesthetics
My orchestra, graceful, music
My music Sicily, California smell
An axe killer adventure, a picture well
I sing a song Sing-Sing, sippin' on ginseng
wax chaperon, rotating ring king

Watch for the wooden soldiers, punks couldn't hold us
A thousand men in, not one nigga was sober
to the square, we stand bold like Flare
Escape from your Lair, in particular
My travel like a vortex, through your spine
To the top of your cortex
Make you like you bust a nut from raw sex
Enter through your right ventricle clog up bloodstream
Or terminal, like Central Station
Program fat baselines, on
Getting drunk like a fuck I'm duckin' five-year

War of the masses, the outcome,
Many of the family save they ashes
A million on walls engraved in plaques
Those who went back, received penalties for acts
Another heart is torn, as close ones
who stray, niggas get slayed on the song

The track renders helpless and suffers multiple stab wounds
And sounds that's heard
Ninety-three million miles away from one
To represent the Nation, this is a
Of the masses that come to pay to the Wu-Tang Clan
As we engage in battle, the now screams in rage
The Chief Jamel-Ah-Rief take the stage
Light is provided through sparks of
From the mind that travels in rhyme
Giving sight to the
The dumb are intrigued by the drum
Death only one can save shell
This relentless attack of the track spares

Yo! Yo! Yo, fuck that, look at all these crab niggas laid
Lampin' like them gray and black Puma's on my rack
was forced in your drink
You had a Navy Green salamander fiend, bitches heard you scream
You two-faces, scum of the slum, I got your whole numb
like Shalamar in eighty-one
Sound convincing, dollar court by convention
Hands Sonny Liston, get fly permission hold the
Fuck up, Allah fasten your wig, bad
I humiliate, the English from the Dutch
It's me, Noble Drew Ali
Came in we like the Genovese
Is that so? needs the greens
It's Earth, ninety-three million miles from the
Rough turbulence, the burst, split the megahertz

Hey yo that's amazing, gun in your talk, verbal foul off
Connect to make my man Shai walk
notarizer, Wu-Tang, all up in the high-riser
New York adviser world tranquilizer
Just the dosage, delegate my Clan explosives
While, my pen lines ferocious
Mediterranean, see ya, the one traffic
Sit down the beat God, delegate the God to see God
The chancellor, flex, the white-gold tarantula
Track diesel, play the weed God, substantiala
Max mostly, undivided, slide it, it's sickening
Guaranteed, mad em jump Rod Strickland