Luyện nghe bài hát When You Walk

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

From to blazers, low fades and razors
Big dick saloon, I the womb; the black asian
Which keeps circulating
I want the twin power day shit on his mason
A God steam the gummy with the green
who walk fiend stand up on your and burn a bean
Sir Ballentine, lookin at this walk behind
The thing that's fucked up appeal us that's
turn around take my last pull off the L
these niggas on the block keep looking at me
But they want the jewel it hard to tell
I'm his face, he actin like Denzel
But fuck him, I to check low for chop
on a gone the size like faith up top
Now it's a whole new ball game, mind frame
My dialogue's rebellious raid and fame
out a red light, see Killah get on a ninja bike
Show my love to the God he peeled out and a right
[Sound of speeding

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

Two: Street]
Street's running through your gunning
like Lee Oswald stunning slapping MC's with summons
for pumping - that watered substance
Beef there's finger creeping
making moves Crying Freeman
Prince of thieves, earth's seed
Heavyweight golden fleeces homicides stroll the street
If Luther it, look at the thugs holding heat
In the city got me plotting trilogy
To the smoke enemies sneak attacks I'm beyond and above
Seen that done that, black
I catch a slug to your
lounging in the everglades, surfing the
Catch a buck fifty the razorblades swiftly
Shaolin cats be shiesty,
off the Irish whiskey

[Verse Three: Method
your headpiece on this one sun
cough up a
Sleeping on my murderous ones I get you done
I'm looking at cuthroat kids and how they live
It's like we was partners in spades and you
Can't fuck with no nigga like that he get me
Or sent back, whole life fade to black
I'm looking in the half of 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, I stick it, flip it
daddy dick-ed, slide
A little bit beyond twisted, mind in
You thought weak but wicked
Niggas off my second hand smoke lifted
everyday is like my birthday I'm mad gifted, calm
Hit me with the bronze, buddah palm
About to blow like Napalm, before arm
Prepare for the warfare, or buy a
Oh what the we dealing with, yeah
about to go there
need year
Bust a shot for my sons didn't make it here