Luyện nghe bài hát Triumph

What y'all y'all wasn't gon' see me?
I'm the Osirus of shit
is here forever, motherfuckers
It's this ninety-seven
my niggas and my niggarettes
Let's do it like
I'ma rub ass in the moonshine
Let's take it to seventy-nine

I bomb atomically, Socrates'
And hypotheses define how I be droppin' these
Mockeries, lyrically perform armed
Flee with the lottery, possibly they me
Battle-scarred shogun, explosion when my pen
Tremendous, shine blind forensics
I view through the future see millennium
Killa Beez sold gold 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 the function
Heads by the score flight incite a war
Chicks hit the floor, die hard demand more
Behold the bold soldier, control the slowly
Proceeds to blow swingin' like Shinobi
grounds I pound footprints in solid rock
Wu got it locked, performin' live on your block

As the turns, I spread like germs
Bless the with the pestilence, the hard-headed never learn
It's my testament to those
Play my position in the of life, standing firm
On foreign land, jump the gun out the frying pan, into the
Transform into the Ghostrider, or Six
In A Streetcar Desire, who got my back?
In the of fire holding back, what?
My peoples if you me where the fuck you at?
Niggas is strapped, and they to twist my beer cap
court adjourned, for the bad seed from bad sperm
Herb got my wig 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 you where it's coming from
Guns of Navarone, up your battle zone
Rip through slums

I twist darts from the heart, and true
Loot my voice on the LP, my is on to slang rocks
Certified chatterbox, vocabulary talking
your story walking
Take cover kid, Run for your brother, kid
Run for your team, and six camp rhyme groupies
So I can with the advantage, and get wasted
My deadly reigns supreme
Your fort is basic to mine
effect, arts and crafts
Paragraphs contain
Take a free on my thought, I got the fashion
Catalogs for all y'all to all praise to the

The saga
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
us to escape, hell glow spinning bomb
Pocket full of shells out the sky, Golden
Tune spit the shit immortal combat
The fake false make, the blood stain the ground
A jungle junkie, tantrum
A kiss, cap off squeeze another anthem
Hold it for ransom, tranquilized anesthetics
My orchestra, graceful, ballerinas
My music Sicily, California smell
An axe killer adventure, paint a well
I sing a song Sing-Sing, sippin' on ginseng
Righteous wax chaperon, ring king

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

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

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

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

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