Luyện nghe bài hát Triumph

What y'all thought y'all gon' see me?
I'm the of this shit
is here forever, motherfuckers
It's like ninety-seven
Aight my niggas and my
Let's do it this
rub your ass in the moonshine
Let's it back to seventy-nine

I atomically, Socrates' philosophies
And hypotheses define how I be droppin' these
Mockeries, lyrically perform armed
Flee with the lottery, they spotted me
Battle-scarred shogun, explosion when my pen
Tremendous, ultra-violet shine blind
I inspect through the future see millennium
Killa Beez sold gold sixty platinum
Shackling the with drastic rap tactics
Graphic displays melt the steel like
Black Wu Queen Beez ease the guns in
patrolmen tear gas laced the function
Heads by the score take flight a war
Chicks hit the floor, die hard demand more
the bold soldier, control the globe slowly
Proceeds to blow swords like Shinobi
Stomp grounds I pound footprints in solid
Wu got it locked, live on your hottest block

As the turns, I spread like germs
Bless the globe with the pestilence, the never learn
my testament to those burned
Play my position in the game of life, standing
On foreign land, jump the gun out the frying pan, into the
Transform the Ghostrider, or Six Pack
In A Streetcar Named Desire, who got my
In the line of fire 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 fried a bad perm, what the blood
Clot, we pot, and blow spots
You to think twice, I think not
The Iron Lung ain't got ta tell you it's coming from
Guns of Navarone, tearing up your battle
Rip through slums

I twist darts from the heart, and true
Loot my voice on the LP, my team is on to slang
Certified chatterbox, vocabulary talking
Tell your walking
cover kid, what? Run for your brother, kid
Run for your team, and six camp rhyme groupies
So I can with the advantage, and get wasted
My notes reigns supreme
Your fort is basic compared to
Domino effect, and crafts
Paragraphs contain
Take a ride 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 thrill of victory, the agony,
We crush slow, flaming deluxe
For, judgment day come'th, conquer, war
us to escape, hell glow spinning bomb
Pocket full of out the sky, Golden Arms
Tune the shit immortal combat sound
The fake false step make, the stain the ground
A junkie, vigilante tantrum
A death kiss, cap off squeeze anthem
Hold it for ransom, tranquilized with
My orchestra, graceful, ballerinas
My music Sicily, rich smell
An axe adventure, paint a picture well
I sing a song from Sing-Sing, sippin' on
wax chaperon, rotating ring king

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

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

The track helpless and suffers from multiple stab wounds
And leaks that's heard
million miles away from came one
To represent the Nation, is a gathering
Of the masses that come to pay respects to the Wu-Tang
As we engage in battle, the now screams in rage
The High Chief Jamel-Ah-Rief take the
Light is through sparks of energy
From the mind travels in rhyme form
Giving to the blind
The are mostly intrigued by the drum
Death only one can save from
This relentless attack of the track none

Yo! Yo! Yo, fuck that, at all these crab niggas laid back
Lampin' like them gray and black Puma's on my man's
Codeine was in your drink
You had a Navy Green salamander fiend, bitches never you scream
You two-faces, scum of the slum, I got your whole body
Blowing like Shalamar in
convincing, thousand dollar court by convention
Hands like Liston, get fly permission hold the
Fuck up, fasten your wig, bad luck
I humiliate, the English from the Dutch
It's me, Noble Drew Ali
Came in threes we the Genovese
Is that so? Caesar the greens
It's Earth, ninety-three miles from the first
Rough turbulence, the burst, split the megahertz

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