Luyện nghe bài hát When You Walk

[Verse One: Killah]
Yeah, assorted Clarks
No
The champ
Yeah, curly kid
Yo, yo, yo

From Gators to blazers, low and razors
Big dick saloon, I contact the the black asian
Which keeps circulating
I want the power after day shit on his mason
A God steam represent the with the green
who walk fiend stand up on block and burn a bean
Sir Ballentine, at this bitch walk behind
The thing that's fucked up appeal us that's
They turn around my last pull off the L
these niggas on the block keep at me well
But want the jewel it ain't hard to tell
I'm his face, he actin like Denzel
But fuck him, I went to low for chop
on a ball gone the like faith up top
Now it's a whole new ball game, strategic mind
My rebellious raid and razor fame
Glass out a red light, see Killah get on a bike
Show my love to the God he out and made a right
[Sound of speeding

When you walking down the street with your - Box in hand
and you bringing the music of the - Wu-Tang
And you hear Ironman on your - rapping
Your feet start the dancing and your - start the clapping

[Verse Street]
running through your dancehall gunning
like Lee Harvey Oswald slapping MC's with summons
for pumping - that watered substance
Beef there's slugs finger
making moves like Freeman
Prince of thieves, earth's seed
Heavyweight like fleeces homicides stroll the street
If Luther preached it, look at the thugs holding
In the beef got me plotting trilogy
To the smoke enemies attacks I'm beyond and above that
Seen that done that, black
I catch a to your hardhat
lounging in the everglades, surfing the
Catch a fifty where the razorblades swiftly
Shaolin be shiesty, strictly
drunk off the Irish

[Verse Method Man]
Rest your on this one sun
up a lung
Sleeping on my murderous type ones I get you
I'm looking at these cuthroat and how they live
It's like we was partners in and you renege
Can't fuck with no nigga that he get me jack
Or back, meaning whole life fade to black
I'm looking in the of right and roll tight
fool me once but fool me twice, I'm 25
To life on this mic device ain't nice
a mixture of long rice and no spice
Inflicted, rap addicted, track I it, flip it
long dick-ed, slide
A little bit beyond twisted, mind in
You thought weak but wicked
Niggas choke off my second smoke lifted
everyday is my birthday I'm mad gifted, dead calm
Hit me with the eighteen bronze, palm
to blow like Napalm, before your arm
Prepare for the warfare, or buy a
Oh what the fuck we dealing with,
Johnny to go there
need year
Bust a shot for my sons didn't make it here