Luyện nghe bài hát When You Walk

[Verse One: Killah]
Yeah, assorted flavor
No
The beer
Yeah, curly kid
Yo, yo, yo

From Gators to blazers, low fades and
Big saloon, I contact the womb; 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 your block and burn a
Sir Ballentine, lookin at this 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 they want the jewel it hard to tell
I'm recognize his face, he actin Denzel
But fuck him, I went to low for chop
on a ball gone the size faith up top
Now it's a new ball game, strategic mind frame
My dialogue's rebellious raid and razor
Glass out a red light, see Killah get on a ninja
Show my love to the God he out and made a right
[Sound of motorcycle]

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

Two: Street]
Street's running your dancehall gunning
like Lee Oswald stunning slapping MC's with summons
for - that watered down substance
Beef there's slugs creeping
making moves Crying Freeman
Prince of thieves, earth's third
Heavyweight like golden fleeces stroll the street
If Luther preached it, at the thugs holding heat
In the city beef got me trilogy
To the smoke enemies sneak attacks I'm beyond and above
Seen that that, respect black
I a slug to your hardhat
in the everglades, surfing the airwave
Catch a buck fifty where the razorblades
Shaolin cats be shiesty,
drunk off the Irish

[Verse Three: Man]
your headpiece on this one sun
cough up a
on my murderous type ones I get you done
I'm looking at these cuthroat kids and how they
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 life to black
I'm in the half of right and roll tight
fool me but can't fool me twice, I'm 25
To life on this mic device ain't nothing
a mixture of wild rice and no spice
Inflicted, rap addicted, track I stick it, it
long dick-ed, slide
A little bit beyond twisted, mind in
You weak but meant wicked
Niggas off my second hand smoke lifted
everyday is my birthday I'm mad gifted, dead calm
Hit me with the bronze, buddah palm
About to blow Napalm, before your arm
for the warfare, or buy a share
Oh the fuck we dealing with, yeah
about to go there
need year
a shot for my sons that didn't make it here