Luyện nghe bài hát When You Walk

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

From Gators to blazers, low fades and
Big dick saloon, I contact the the black asian
Which location keeps
I want the twin power day shit on his mason
A God steam represent the with the green
who walk fiend up on your block and burn a bean
Sir Ballentine, lookin at bitch walk behind
The thing fucked up appeal us that's wine
They turn 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 like Denzel
But him, I went to check low for chop
on a ball gone the size faith up top
Now a whole new ball game, strategic mind frame
My rebellious raid and razor fame
Glass out a red light, see Killah get on a bike
Show my to the God he peeled out and made a right
[Sound of speeding

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

[Verse Two:
Street's running your dancehall gunning
like Lee Harvey Oswald stunning slapping MC's with
for pumping - that watered down
Beef slugs finger creeping
making moves like Crying
of thieves, earth's third seed
Heavyweight like golden fleeces homicides stroll the
If preached it, look at the thugs holding heat
In the city beef got me trilogy
To the smoke enemies attacks I'm beyond and above that
Seen done that, respect black
I a slug to your hardhat
lounging in the everglades, the airwave
Catch a fifty where the razorblades swiftly
Shaolin be shiesty, strictly
drunk off the Irish

[Verse Three: Method
Rest your on this one sun
up a lung
Sleeping on my murderous ones I get you done
I'm looking at cuthroat kids and how they live
It's like we was in spades and you renege
Can't fuck with no nigga like that he get me
Or back, meaning whole life fade to black
I'm looking in the half of right and roll
fool me once but fool me twice, I'm 25
To life on this mic device nothing nice
a mixture of wild rice and no spice
Inflicted, rap addicted, track I it, flip it
daddy long dick-ed,
A little bit beyond twisted, in stitches
You thought but meant wicked
choke off my second hand smoke lifted
everyday is like my birthday I'm mad gifted, dead
Hit me the eighteen bronze, buddah palm
to blow like Napalm, before your arm
Prepare for the warfare, or buy a
Oh what the fuck we with, yeah
about to go there
need year
Bust a shot for my sons that didn't it here