Luyện nghe bài hát Triumph

What y'all y'all wasn't gon' see me?
I'm the Osirus of this
Wu-Tang is here forever,
It's like this
Aight my niggas and my
Let's do it like
I'ma rub your ass in the
take it back to seventy-nine

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

As the world turns, I spread like
Bless the globe with the pestilence, the hard-headed learn
It's my testament to those
my position in the game of life, standing firm
On foreign land, jump the gun out the pan, into the fire
Transform into the Ghostrider, or Six
In A Named Desire, who got my back?
In the line of 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 court adjourned, for the bad seed bad sperm
got my wig fried like a bad perm, what the blood
Clot, we smoke pot, and blow
You want to twice, I think not
The Iron Lung ain't got ta tell you where it's coming
Guns of Navarone, up your battle zone
Rip through slums

I twist from the heart, tried and true
Loot my on the LP, my team is on to slang rocks
chatterbox, vocabulary 'Donna talking
Tell story walking
Take cover kid, what? Run for brother, kid
Run for your team, and your six rhyme groupies
So I can with the advantage, and get wasted
My deadly notes reigns
Your fort is compared to mine
effect, arts and crafts
Paragraphs cyanide
Take a free ride on my thought, I got the
Catalogs for all y'all to all to the Gods

The saga
Wu-Tang,

Olympic torch flaming, we so sweet
The thrill of victory, the agony,
We slow, flaming deluxe slow
For, day come'th, conquer, it's war
us to escape, hell glow spinning bomb
Pocket full of shells out the sky, Arms
Tune spit the shit combat sound
The fake false make, the blood stain the ground
A junkie, vigilante tantrum
A death kiss, cap off squeeze anthem
it for ransom, tranquilized with anesthetics
My orchestra, graceful, ballerinas
My music Sicily, California smell
An axe adventure, paint a picture well
I sing a song from Sing-Sing, sippin' on
Righteous wax chaperon, rotating king

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

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

The track renders and suffers from multiple stab wounds
And sounds that's heard
Ninety-three million miles away came one
To the Nation, this is a gathering
Of the masses that to pay respects to the Wu-Tang Clan
As we engage in battle, the now screams in rage
The High Jamel-Ah-Rief take the stage
Light is provided through sparks of
From the mind that travels in rhyme
sight to the blind
The dumb are mostly intrigued by the
Death one can save shell from
This relentless of the track spares none

Yo! Yo! Yo, fuck that, look at all these niggas laid back
Lampin' like them gray and black Puma's on my rack
was forced in your drink
You had a Navy Green fiend, bitches never heard you scream
You two-faces, of the slum, I got your whole body numb
Blowing Shalamar in eighty-one
Sound convincing, thousand court by convention
Hands like Sonny Liston, get fly permission the
Fuck up, Allah your wig, bad luck
I humiliate, the English from the Dutch
It's me, Black Drew Ali
Came in threes we like the
Is that so? Caesar the greens
It's Earth, ninety-three million miles from the
Rough turbulence, the wave burst, split the

Hey yo amazing, gun in your mouth talk, verbal foul off
Connect thoughts to make my man walk
notarizer, Wu-Tang, all up in the high-riser
New York gank adviser world
Just the dosage, delegate my with explosives
While, my pen lines ferocious
Mediterranean, see ya, the one traffic
Sit the beat God, then delegate the God to see God
The swift chancellor, flex, the white-gold
truck diesel, play the weed God, substantiala
Max mostly, undivided, then slide it, sickening
Guaranteed, mad em jump like Rod