Luyện nghe bài hát Winter Warz

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(Where your at kid)

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

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

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

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

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

Describe me, the kid's and he holds swords
And his name, black the nerve like migraines
With more games than beggars on trains, sharp pains
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, in black
My culture, slides and like a vulture
and Madison Square is on your poster

Yes, the shit is raw, comin' at your
You start to out loud, Wu-Tang's 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 body 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 anatomy, steadily, calm and deadly
Spatter-head lyrics I lick your transmit
MC's submit to the will as I kill
freestyle, civilize the mentail
Devils this like an icon
They're huggin mics with the grips of a

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

You heard of the before but kept waiting
For the sun of song, I dancehalls strong
Beats worthy of my cause, I prolong, extravaganza, time 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
Lebanon Don, X beat threat
CD massacre, murder to
I blow the up, you ain't seen nothin' yet
One man ran, to get away from it
Put your bifocal on, me I'm comin'
Into your like Freddy enter dreams
Discombumberate your and your scheme
Four 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 can't O
In battlin', you don't me to start tattlin'
All the stage because y'all snakes keep rattlin'
Bitch, you got nothin' on the rich
Every other day my whole dress switch
So in case you want to clock me like Sherry
All y'all bitches ain't got to worry
Can't get a nigga like Don a dozen
if I'm smoked out I can't be scoped out
I'm too ill, I represent Hill
See my face on the twenty bill
Cash it in, and get ten back
The fat LP with on the wax
Pass it in your think, put up to twelve

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

And you can dick hip-hop affection
I any MC who step in my direction
I'm Island's best son fuck 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 define my style is so
like pussy, my low cut stay bushy
Like a porcupine, I part backs like a
Cut you like a blunt and your design
I know you to diss me, but I can read your mind

'Cuz you in the knees like SWV
Tryin' to get a title Wu Killa Bee
Kid change habit, you know I'm friends 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 like
And blunt power, born power speakin'
The truth in the be the pro-black teachin'