Luyện nghe bài hát When You Walk

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

Gators to blazers, low fades and razors
Big dick saloon, I contact the womb; the asian
Which location keeps
I the twin power after day shit on his mason
A God steam represent the gummy the green
who walk fiend stand up on your block and burn a
Sir Ballentine, lookin at this bitch walk
The thing that's up appeal us that's wine
They turn around take my pull off the L
these niggas on the block keep at me well
But they the jewel it ain't hard to tell
I'm recognize his face, he like Denzel
But fuck him, I went to check low for
on a ball the size like faith up top
Now it's a whole new ball game, mind frame
My dialogue's raid and razor 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 down the street with your - Box in your hand
and you bringing the music of the - Clan
And you hear Ironman on - radio rapping
Your feet the dancing and your - hands start the clapping

Two: Street]
Street's running through your dancehall
like Lee Harvey Oswald stunning MC's with summons
for pumping - that watered down
Beef slugs finger creeping
making moves Crying Freeman
Prince of thieves, earth's third
Heavyweight golden fleeces homicides stroll the street
If preached it, look at the thugs holding heat
In the city got me plotting trilogy
To the smoke sneak attacks I'm beyond and above that
Seen that done that, respect
I a slug to your hardhat
lounging in the everglades, the airwave
Catch a buck fifty the razorblades swiftly
cats be shiesty, strictly
drunk off the Irish

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