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, back for more
Yes, the hour's four, I you before
Prepare for mic
(And plus the war)

rhyme you digest through the RZA console
Ask why I slam, pole
Raekwon dropped the bomb, Hunchback, Norte
Golden Arms is bronze, palm hit Qu'ran
It blows extreme, mean be the theme
Supreme team, America's CREAM team,
Vidal Sassoon, chrome tones the moans of Al Capone
Gun POW to the

And the bone, wig blown off the ledge
By the alledged, full-fledged, RZA edge
One dose of my feroc hand held cuts
Acapella spittin' shell paralyzed you get touched
And critical, mic cords, hangin' like
Cords, dope swords, five general
Raw be the quote rap sore throat
Through the fully operational, hand held

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, enhanced how my was won, check it
Slick majestic, mics are left infected
start to spread through your crew, drew like 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 wind
With a freestyle, than the Indian spear
So sit back and let the king

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

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

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

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

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

You heard of the rasp before but waiting
For the sun of song, I keep strong
never worthy of my cause, I prolong, extravaganza, time sits still
No propaganda, be wary of the
As I bring the music, make love to your eardrum
to rap niggaz, beware of the fearsome
Lebanon Don, X beat threat
CD massacre, murder to
I blow the shop up, you seen nothin' yet
One man ran, tryin to get away it
Put your 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
You're on stupid like I'm stuck on the map

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

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

And you can long dick affection
I any MC who step in my direction
I'm Staten Island's best son fuck what you
Niggaz still talkin that is absurd
My is U.S.S.R.
P.L.O. style got out the car
And ran over, by the Man jeep
Divine can't my style is so deep
pussy, my low cut fade stay 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 know I'm with the Abbot
Me and RZA name printed in the tablet
vets, we paid our debts for mad years
Hibernate the sound, and now we out beers
And blunt power, born physically speakin'
The truth in the song be the teachin'