Luyện nghe bài hát When You Walk

[Verse One: Ghostface
Yeah, flavor Clarks
No
The champ
Yeah, head kid
Yo, yo, yo

From Gators to blazers, low fades and
Big dick saloon, I contact the womb; the black
Which keeps circulating
I want the 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 bitch walk behind
The thing that's fucked up appeal us that's
They turn take my last pull off the L
these niggas on the 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 the size like faith up top
Now it's a whole new ball game, mind frame
My dialogue's rebellious raid and razor
Glass out a red light, see Killah get on a ninja
Show my love to the God he peeled out and made a
[Sound of motorcycle]

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

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

[Verse Three: Man]
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 like we was in spades and you renege
fuck with no nigga like that he get me jack
Or sent back, meaning whole fade to black
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 wild rice and no spice
Inflicted, rap addicted, track I stick it, it
daddy dick-ed, slide
A little bit beyond twisted, mind in
You thought weak but meant
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 Napalm, before your arm
Prepare for the warfare, or buy a
Oh what the we dealing with, yeah
Johnny about to go
need year
Bust a shot for my sons didn't make it here