Luyện nghe bài hát When You Walk

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

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

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

[Verse Street]
Street's running through your dancehall
like Lee Harvey Oswald stunning slapping MC's with
for pumping - that watered substance
there's slugs finger creeping
making moves Crying Freeman
of thieves, earth's third seed
Heavyweight like fleeces homicides stroll the street
If preached 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
Seen that done that, black
I catch a slug to your
lounging in the everglades, the airwave
Catch a buck fifty the razorblades swiftly
cats be shiesty, strictly
drunk off the whiskey

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