Luyện nghe bài hát When You Walk

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

From Gators to blazers, low fades and
Big dick saloon, I contact the womb; the black
Which location keeps
I want the twin after day shit on his mason
A God steam represent the gummy with the
who walk stand up on your block and burn a bean
Sir Ballentine, lookin at bitch walk behind
The thing fucked up appeal us that's wine
They turn take my last pull off the L
these niggas on the keep looking at me well
But they want the jewel it ain't to tell
I'm recognize his face, he actin like
But fuck him, I went to check low for
on a ball gone the size faith up top
Now a whole new ball game, strategic mind frame
My rebellious raid and razor fame
Glass out a red light, see Killah get on a ninja
Show my love to the God he peeled out and made a
[Sound of motorcycle]

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

[Verse Street]
Street's running through your dancehall
like Lee Oswald stunning slapping MC's with summons
for pumping - that down substance
Beef slugs finger creeping
making moves like Crying
Prince of thieves, earth's third
Heavyweight like golden fleeces 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
that done that, respect black
I a slug to your hardhat
lounging in the everglades, surfing the
Catch a buck where the razorblades swiftly
Shaolin be shiesty, strictly
drunk off the whiskey

[Verse Method 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 live
It's like we was partners in spades and you
Can't fuck no nigga like that he get me jack
Or sent back, meaning whole life fade to
I'm in the half of right and roll tight
me once but can't fool me twice, I'm 25
To on this mic device ain't nothing nice
a mixture of long rice and no spice
Inflicted, rap addicted, I stick it, flip it
daddy dick-ed, slide
A little bit beyond twisted, mind in
You thought but meant wicked
choke off my second hand smoke lifted
everyday is my birthday I'm mad gifted, dead calm
Hit me the eighteen bronze, buddah palm
About to 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 that didn't make it