Luyện nghe bài hát When You Walk

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

From to blazers, low fades and razors
Big dick saloon, I contact the womb; the asian
location keeps circulating
I the twin power after day shit on his mason
A God steam represent the with the green
who walk stand up on your block and burn a bean
Sir Ballentine, lookin at bitch walk behind
The thing that's fucked up appeal us wine
turn around take my last pull off the L
these niggas on the block keep 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 went to low for chop
on a ball gone the size faith up top
Now it's a whole new ball game, strategic frame
My dialogue's rebellious raid and fame
Glass out a red light, see Killah get on a ninja
Show my to the God he peeled out and made a right
of speeding motorcycle]

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

Two: Street]
Street's running through your dancehall
like Lee Harvey Oswald stunning MC's with summons
for pumping - that down substance
Beef there's slugs creeping
making moves like Freeman
Prince of thieves, earth's seed
Heavyweight like fleeces homicides stroll the street
If Luther preached it, at the thugs holding heat
In the city beef got me plotting
To the smoke enemies sneak I'm beyond and above that
that done that, respect black
I catch a slug to your
lounging in the everglades, surfing the
Catch a fifty where the razorblades swiftly
cats be shiesty, strictly
drunk off the Irish

[Verse Three: Method
Rest your on this one sun
up a lung
Sleeping on my murderous type ones I get you
I'm looking at these cuthroat kids and how live
It's we was partners in spades and you renege
Can't fuck with no nigga like he get me jack
Or sent back, meaning life fade to black
I'm in the half of right and roll tight
fool me once but fool me twice, I'm 25
To life on this mic device nothing nice
a mixture of long wild rice and no
Inflicted, rap addicted, track I stick it, 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 birthday I'm mad gifted, dead
Hit me the eighteen bronze, buddah palm
About to like Napalm, before your arm
for the warfare, or buy a share
Oh what the fuck we with, yeah
about to go there
need another
Bust a shot for my sons that make it here