Luyện nghe bài hát Weary Eyes

{{Joe
I spark an L to a meditatin
Ill thoughts got my heart racin, chest with a
Same blocks, ATF rush spots bubble humbly
I'm hungry, Killa Bee triumphantly
Hammer head, allignment, work is sonic
your ears open for new assignments
Ride with the livest, frontline rhyme

Mastermind, blaze in the range, unexplainable
Against The Grain, crown of the purple rain
No games dunn, the same, bickin the lane
Ice drain shoot the of the pain, I'm reckless
Coressing the flame, the strange
Wu-Tang

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Close your weary eyes and drift away, alright
Close your eyes and drift away, It's alright

When I got the news, my heart dropped down to my
was fucked up, right around the time we'd all be rich
New with tricks, we went through Wu-Syndicate, Wu
Cop a mansion on these other land war's parentless
Anyway, is clear, Michaelangelo destined to blow
And a with Myalan' and Joe M
I'm at your gravesite, midnight ritual,
Heard she set you up spite, she cop the ninja your bike
I'm having flashbacks of Henney, jetskis semi's together
We possessed the chemistry, history eventually
They thought break the penititeniary
Made his mom break down at the wake
Right now its chilly and cloudy
Man I'm with Shaq in LA
I make D, make a sake in princeway
Yo its war states bein breeded through the of V.A.
Close your mom your legacy will never fade away
away..

Eh yo son Jack ringin, "What up? Who this?"
"Jakes just knocked bitch", "Word up no shit"
Now my first thoughts is the feds had my tapped
Toted on in the Range with the pipe rack
Chips be up under the whip
Oh shit to toke the hero'n right under her chin
What if she asked the ice that I put on her wrist?
Thought my chick Earth lesson, nah son she won't
But times I went to war and she brought extra
said no cell, need to tal' up the chip
Hit me at the lab, gotta handle this quick

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I roll with mob cats who outlets
Legacy live 500 years like nest
Evil scientist, now I manifest with plaques
paragraphs, dead on polygraph, vision a bloodpath
Black guillotines, banded like Luis the 16th
Before you blink, Napolean, to your wife and tie her man
Executioner, poetic of Lucifer
come for real, there's no tellin what I do to ya
Might wrap you in plastic, ship you off the
Boys, I roll Wu-Syndicate sharpshooters
who coke in parachuters
Politic in like J Edgar Hoover
To leave to Switzerland, maneuvers

Through the eyes of an everyday, street
Chased for Presidents, throw up the hands, on my Timbs
Modern got your frame bent
Myalansky, fantasy, crash route, the certified
Ask permission you kill 'em, you're nameless
UFO's, domes, the invasion
The block locked by pavement
Bond, Donna Her'on, courageous, the payment
Many attempts but save 'im
Blood got my shirt stainin, fuck pussy-ass rap cats
Can't hang this shit, Wu-Syndicate, we livin this
the judge, the president, never show no love for my residence
My deal embezzlement

{{Joe
D's and IV's, unlimited CC's, roll up your sleeves
We in it to win it, Wu-Syndicate penants
Label cats menace, work cats in, fuck with the
Stash mills, the pack impact, we back slap to windmills
loaded clips, crunch time, kings of VA
Bust nines, we go for pollyin
World reknowned, pound bound
The shells bounce off the moccasins
You chessbox with a marksman, high crossin
Fuck the law man, it's arson, straight up
What? Flamin y'all niggaz, fuck

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