Luyện nghe bài hát Triumph

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

I bomb atomically, Socrates'
And hypotheses can't define how I be droppin'
Mockeries, lyrically armed robbery
Flee with the lottery, possibly they me
Battle-scarred shogun, when my pen hits
Tremendous, ultra-violet blind forensics
I inspect through the future see millennium
Killa Beez fifty gold sixty platinum
Shackling the masses with rap tactics
Graphic displays melt the steel blacksmiths
Black Wu jackets Queen Beez the guns in
Rumblin' tear gas laced the function
by the score take flight incite a war
Chicks hit the floor, die hard demand more
Behold the bold soldier, the globe slowly
Proceeds to blow swingin' like Shinobi
grounds I pound footprints in solid rock
Wu got it locked, performin' live on your hottest

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

I twist darts from the heart, and true
my voice on the LP, my team is on to slang rocks
Certified chatterbox, vocabulary talking
Tell story walking
Take cover kid, Run for your brother, kid
Run for your team, and your six rhyme groupies
So I can squeeze the advantage, and get wasted
My deadly notes reigns
Your is basic compared to mine
effect, arts and crafts
Paragraphs contain
a free 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 of victory, the agony, defeat
We crush slow, deluxe slow
For, judgment day come'th, conquer, war
Allow us to escape, hell spinning bomb
full of shells out the sky, Golden Arms
Tune spit the shit combat sound
The fake false make, the blood stain the ground
A junkie, vigilante tantrum
A kiss, cap off squeeze another anthem
Hold it for ransom, tranquilized anesthetics
My orchestra, graceful, ballerinas
My Sicily, rich California smell
An axe adventure, paint a picture well
I sing a song from Sing-Sing, on ginseng
Righteous wax chaperon, ring king

for the wooden soldiers, see-cypher punks couldn't hold us
A thousand men rushing in, not one was sober
Perpendicular to the square, we stand bold Flare
Escape from your Lair, in particular
My beats travel like a vortex, your spine
To the top of cerebral cortex
Make you feel like you a nut from raw sex
Enter through your right ventricle clog up bloodstream
Or terminal, like Grand Station
fat baselines, on Novation
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 for their acts
Another heart is torn, as close ones
Those who stray, get slayed on the song

The track renders and suffers from multiple stab wounds
And leaks sounds that's
Ninety-three miles away from came one
To represent the Nation, this is a
Of the masses that come to pay respects to the Clan
As we in battle, the crowd now screams in rage
The Chief Jamel-Ah-Rief take the stage
Light is provided sparks of energy
From the mind that travels in rhyme
Giving to the blind
The are mostly intrigued 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 them gray and Puma's on my man's rack
Codeine was forced in your
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, thousand court by convention
Hands like Liston, get fly permission hold the
Fuck up, Allah fasten wig, bad luck
I humiliate, separate the English the Dutch
It's me, Black Noble Ali
Came in threes we the Genovese
Is so? Caesar needs the greens
It's Earth, ninety-three million miles the first
turbulence, the wave burst, split the megahertz

Hey yo that's amazing, gun in your 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 Clan with
While, my pen blow lines
Mediterranean, see ya, the one traffic
Sit down the beat God, then the God to see God
The chancellor, flex, the white-gold tarantula
Track truck diesel, play the weed God,
Max mostly, undivided, then it, it's sickening
Guaranteed, mad em like Rod Strickland