Luyện nghe bài hát Winter Warz

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(Where sparkle at kid)

Yes, the shit is raw, comin' at door
Start to scream out loud, back for more
Yes, the hour's four, I you before
Prepare for mic
(And plus the war)

This you digest through the RZA console
Ask why I slam, non-diagram
Raekwon the bomb, Hunchback, Norte Dame
Arms is bronze, buddah palm hit Qu'ran
It extreme, mean stream be the theme
Supreme team, America's CREAM team,
Vidal Sassoon, tones hear the moans of Al Capone
Gun POW to the

And split the bone, wig off the ledge
By the alledged, full-fledged, sledge RZA
One dose of my feroc held trigga cuts
Acapella spittin' shell paralyzed you get touched
And critical, mic cords, like umbilical
Cords, dope swords, star general
Raw be the quote rap style sore
Through the fully operational, hand tote

Yes, the shit is raw, at your door
You start to scream out loud, Wu-Tang's for more

More thousand times one, snatch up, my styles get done
I a title, enhanced how my belt was won, check it
majestic, broke mics are left infected
Germs start to spread through your crew, drew an epic
You asked for it, shot up the jams like
My technique alone blows doors straight off the
Masked Avenger, I appear to blow your ear like
With a freestyle, than the Indian spear
So sit back and let the king

me, the kid's nice and he holds swords
And his name, black attack's the like migraines
With more games than beggars on trains, livid pains
Poisonous Rebel like Deck, you destroy this
You get ambushed, skate, try to avoid
Side of, hot raps and hot tracks
A bag full of guns son, dipped in black
My culture, slides and like a vulture
Ghostface and Madison Square is on your

Yes, the is raw, comin' at your door
You start to out loud, Wu-Tang's back for more
Yes, the four, I told you before
for mic fights
(And the cold war)

Be on the lookout for this murderous suspect
throws more body bags than apartments in projects
And as far as the know
The autopsy shows, it was a blow
Put on by my family brought to the
Of the Wu and how to

Fuck up your anatomy, steadily, and deadly
Spatter-head lyrics I through your transmit
MC's submit to the as I kill your
freestyle, civilize the mentail
Devils worship like an icon
They're huggin mics with the of a python

Yes, the shit is raw, comin' at door
Start to scream out loud, back for more

You heard of the before but kept waiting
For the sun of song, I dancehalls strong
Beats never worthy of my cause, I prolong, extravaganza, time sits
No propaganda, be wary of the
As I bring forth the music, make to your eardrum
Dedicated to rap niggaz, beware of the
Lebanon Don, Malcolm X threat
CD massacre, to casette
I blow the shop up, you ain't seen yet
One man ran, tryin to get away it
Put bifocal on, watch me I'm comin'
Into your chamber like Freddy dreams
Discombumberate your technique and scheme
Four course applause, a black dat to dat
stuck on stupid like I'm stuck on the map

Nowhere to go next show bro
motherfuckers can't stop O
In battlin', you don't me to start tattlin'
All upon the stage y'all snakes keep rattlin'
Bitch, you ain't got on the rich
other day my whole dress code switch
So in case you want to clock me like Sherry
All crab bitches ain't got to worry
Can't get a like Don dime a dozen
Even if I'm out I can't be scoped out
I'm too ill, I Park Hill
See my face on the twenty dollar
it in, and get ten dollars back
The fat LP Cappachino on the wax
Pass it in your think, put up to twelve

Put all the other LP's back on the
And smoke a blunt, and dial

And you can long dick affection
I any MC who step in my direction
I'm Staten best son fuck what you heard
Niggaz still that shit is absurd
My is U.S.S.R.
P.L.O. got blown out the car
And ran over, by the Man jeep
Divine define my style is so deep
like pussy, my low cut fade bushy
Like a porcupine, I part backs like a
Cut you like a blunt and your design
I you want to diss me, but I can read your mind

'Cuz you weak in the knees SWV
Tryin' to get a like Wu Killa Bee
Kid change your habit, you I'm friends with the Abbot
Me and RZA ridin name in the tablet
Under vets, we our debts for mad years
the sound, and now we out like beers
And blunt power, physically power speakin'
The truth in the be the pro-black teachin'