Luyện nghe bài hát When You Walk

[Verse One: Ghostface
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
location keeps circulating
I want the twin power after day on his mason
A God represent the gummy with the green
who walk fiend stand up on block and burn a bean
Sir Ballentine, lookin at this bitch walk
The that's fucked up appeal us that's wine
turn around take my last pull off the L
these niggas on the block keep looking at me
But they want the 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 a whole new ball game, strategic mind frame
My dialogue's raid and razor fame
Glass out a red light, see get on a ninja bike
Show my to the God he peeled out and made a right
of speeding motorcycle]

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

[Verse Two:
Street's running through dancehall gunning
like Lee Harvey Oswald stunning slapping with summons
for pumping - that watered substance
Beef there's slugs finger
making moves Crying Freeman
Prince of thieves, earth's third
Heavyweight golden fleeces homicides stroll the street
If Luther it, look at the thugs holding heat
In the city beef got me trilogy
To the smoke enemies sneak I'm beyond and above that
that done that, respect black
I catch a slug to your
lounging in the everglades, the airwave
Catch a buck where the razorblades swiftly
Shaolin cats be shiesty,
drunk off the Irish

[Verse Method Man]
Rest your on this one sun
up a lung
Sleeping on my murderous ones I get you done
I'm looking at these kids and how they live
It's like we was partners in and you renege
Can't fuck with no nigga like he get me jack
Or sent back, meaning whole fade to black
I'm looking in the half of right and tight
fool me but can't fool me twice, I'm 25
To life on this mic ain't nothing nice
a mixture of long rice and no spice
Inflicted, rap addicted, I stick it, flip it
daddy long dick-ed,
A little bit beyond twisted, mind in
You thought but meant wicked
Niggas choke off my second hand lifted
everyday is like my birthday I'm mad gifted, dead
Hit me the eighteen bronze, buddah palm
About to blow like Napalm, before arm
Prepare for the warfare, or buy a
Oh what the we dealing with, yeah
Johnny to go there
need another
Bust a for my sons that didn't make it here