Luyện nghe bài hát Winter Warz

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(Where sparkle at kid)

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

This rhyme you digest the RZA console
Ask why I slam, pole
Raekwon dropped the bomb, Hunchback, Dame
Arms is bronze, buddah palm hit Qu'ran
It extreme, mean stream be the theme
Supreme team, America's team, redeemed
Vidal Sassoon, chrome tones hear the moans of Al
Gun POW to the

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

Yes, the shit is raw, comin' at your
You start to scream out loud, back for more

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

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

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

Be on the for this mass murderous suspect
That throws more bags than apartments in projects
And as far as the coroners
The autopsy shows, it was a Shaolin
Put on by my family to the academy
Of the Wu and how to

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

Yes, the is raw, comin' at your door
to scream out loud, Wu-Tang's back for more

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

Nowhere to go except next bro
Entertainin' motherfuckers stop O
In battlin', you want me to start tattlin'
All upon the because y'all snakes keep rattlin'
Bitch, you got nothin' on the rich
Every day my whole dress code switch
So just in case you want to clock me like
All y'all crab 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 represent Park
See my face on the twenty bill
it in, and get ten dollars back
The fat LP Cappachino on the wax
Pass it in your think, put valve up to

Put all the LP's back on the shelf
And a blunt, and dial 9-1-7

And you can long hip-hop affection
I damage any MC who in my direction
I'm Island's 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 Method Man
can't define my style is so deep
like pussy, my low cut fade bushy
Like a porcupine, I part like a spine
Cut you a blunt and reconstruct your design
I know you want to me, but I can read your mind

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