Luyện nghe bài hát When You Walk

[Verse One: Ghostface
Yeah, assorted flavor
No
The beer
Yeah, head kid
Yo, yo, yo

From Gators to blazers, low and razors
Big dick saloon, I contact the womb; the asian
Which location keeps
I want the twin 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 behind
The thing that's fucked up us that's wine
They around take my last pull off the L
these niggas on the block keep at me well
But want the jewel it ain't hard to tell
I'm his face, he actin 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, strategic frame
My dialogue's rebellious raid and razor
Glass out a red light, see Killah get on a bike
Show my love to the God he peeled out and a right
[Sound of motorcycle]

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

[Verse Two:
running through your dancehall gunning
like Lee Harvey Oswald slapping MC's with summons
for pumping - that watered substance
Beef slugs finger creeping
making moves like Crying
Prince of thieves, earth's seed
Heavyweight like golden homicides stroll the street
If Luther preached it, at the thugs holding heat
In the beef got me plotting trilogy
To the smoke enemies sneak I'm beyond and above that
Seen done that, respect black
I catch a slug to your
lounging in the everglades, surfing the
a buck fifty where the razorblades swiftly
Shaolin be shiesty, strictly
off the Irish 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 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 right and roll
me once but can't fool me twice, I'm 25
To on this mic device ain't nothing nice
a mixture of long wild rice and no
Inflicted, rap addicted, track I it, flip it
daddy long dick-ed,
A little bit twisted, mind in stitches
You thought weak but meant
Niggas choke off my second hand lifted
everyday is my birthday I'm mad gifted, dead calm
Hit me with the bronze, buddah palm
About to blow like Napalm, your arm
Prepare for the warfare, or buy a
Oh what the fuck we dealing with,
about to go there
need another
Bust a shot for my sons that didn't it here