Luyện nghe bài hát Winter Warz

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(Where your at kid)

Yes, the shit is raw, comin' at your
Start to scream out loud, Wu-Tang's back for
Yes, the hour's four, I told you
Prepare for mic
(And the cold war)

rhyme you digest through the RZA console
Ask why I slam, non-diagram
dropped the bomb, Hunchback, Norte Dame
Golden Arms is bronze, palm hit Qu'ran
It blows extreme, stream be the theme
Supreme team, CREAM team, redeemed
Vidal Sassoon, chrome tones hear the moans of Al
Gun POW to the

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

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

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

Describe me, the nice and he holds swords
And his name, black attack's the nerve like
With more games than beggars on trains, livid sharp
Poisonous Rebel like Deck, you can't this
You get ambushed, skate, try to this
Side of, hot raps and hot tracks
A duffle bag full of guns son, dipped in
My culture, slides and attacks like a
Ghostface and Madison is on your poster

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

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

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

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

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

Nowhere to go except show bro
Entertainin' motherfuckers stop O
In battlin', you don't want me to tattlin'
All the stage 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 nigga like Don a dozen
Even if I'm out I can't be scoped out
I'm too ill, I represent Park
See my on the twenty dollar bill
Cash it in, and get ten dollars
The fat LP Cappachino on the wax
Pass it in think, put valve up to twelve

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

And you can long hip-hop affection
I damage any MC who step in my
I'm Staten Island's best son what you heard
still talkin 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
Divine can't my style is so deep
like pussy, my low cut fade bushy
Like a porcupine, I part backs a spine
Cut you like a blunt and reconstruct design
I you want to diss me, but I can read your mind

'Cuz you in the knees like SWV
Tryin' to get a like 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 like
And blunt power, physically power speakin'
The truth in the song be the pro-black