Luyện nghe bài hát When You Walk

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

Gators to blazers, low fades and razors
Big dick saloon, I the womb; the black asian
Which location keeps
I want the twin power 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, at this bitch walk 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 they the jewel it ain't hard to tell
I'm recognize his face, he like Denzel
But fuck him, I went to low for chop
on a ball gone the like faith up top
Now it's a whole new ball game, strategic mind
My dialogue's rebellious raid and razor
Glass out a red light, see get on a ninja bike
my love to the God he peeled out and made a right
[Sound of motorcycle]

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

Two: Street]
Street's running through your dancehall
like Lee Harvey stunning slapping MC's with summons
for - that watered down substance
Beef there's slugs finger
making like Crying Freeman
Prince of thieves, third seed
Heavyweight like golden fleeces homicides stroll the
If Luther 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
in the everglades, surfing the airwave
Catch a buck fifty where the swiftly
cats be shiesty, strictly
drunk off the whiskey

[Verse Three: Method
Rest your headpiece on one sun
up a lung
Sleeping on my murderous type I get you done
I'm at these 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 back, meaning whole life fade to black
I'm looking in the of right and roll tight
fool me once but fool me twice, I'm 25
To life on this mic device ain't nothing
a of long wild rice and no spice
Inflicted, rap addicted, track I stick it, it
daddy dick-ed, slide
A bit beyond twisted, mind in stitches
You thought weak but wicked
Niggas choke off my second smoke lifted
everyday is like my birthday I'm mad gifted, calm
Hit me the eighteen bronze, buddah palm
About to blow Napalm, before your arm
for the warfare, or buy a share
Oh the fuck we dealing with, yeah
about to go there
need another
Bust a shot for my sons that didn't it here