Luyện nghe bài hát Triumph

What y'all thought y'all gon' see me?
I'm the Osirus of shit
Wu-Tang is forever, motherfuckers
It's like this
my niggas and my niggarettes
Let's do it like
I'ma rub your ass in the
take it back to seventy-nine

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

As the world turns, I spread germs
Bless the with the pestilence, the hard-headed never learn
It's my testament to those
Play my in the game of life, standing firm
On foreign land, jump the gun out the frying pan, into the
into the Ghostrider, or Six Pack
In A Named 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 trying to twist my beer cap
It's court adjourned, for the bad seed from bad
Herb got my wig fried like a bad perm, what the
Clot, we smoke pot, and spots
You want to think twice, I not
The Iron Lung ain't got ta you where it's coming from
Guns of Navarone, tearing up battle zone
Rip your slums

I twist darts from the heart, and true
Loot my voice on the LP, my team is on to rocks
Certified chatterbox, vocabulary talking
Tell your walking
Take kid, what? Run for your brother, kid
Run for your team, and your six camp rhyme
So I can squeeze the advantage, and get wasted
My deadly notes supreme
Your fort is basic compared to
Domino effect, and crafts
contain cyanide
Take a free on my thought, I got the fashion
Catalogs for all to all praise to the Gods

The saga
Wu-Tang,

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

Watch for the soldiers, see-cypher punks couldn't hold us
A men rushing in, not one nigga was sober
Perpendicular to the square, we stand bold Flare
from your Dragon's Lair, in particular
My beats travel like a vortex, your spine
To the top of your cerebral
Make you like you bust a nut from raw sex
Enter through your ventricle clog up your bloodstream
Or terminal, like Grand 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 they
A million names on walls 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 renders helpless and suffers from stab wounds
And leaks sounds heard
Ninety-three million miles from came one
To represent the Nation, is a gathering
Of the masses that come to pay to the Wu-Tang Clan
As we engage in battle, the crowd now screams in
The High Jamel-Ah-Rief take the stage
Light is provided sparks of energy
From the mind that travels in rhyme
sight to the blind
The dumb are intrigued by the drum
only one can save shell from
This relentless of the track spares none

Yo! Yo! Yo, that, look at all these crab niggas laid back
Lampin' like them gray and black Puma's on my rack
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 whole body numb
Blowing like Shalamar in
Sound convincing, thousand court by convention
Hands Sonny Liston, get fly permission hold the
Fuck up, Allah your wig, bad luck
I humiliate, separate the English from the
me, Black Noble Drew Ali
Came in threes we like the
Is so? Caesar needs the greens
It's Earth, million miles from the first
Rough turbulence, the wave burst, the megahertz

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