Luyện nghe bài hát Winter Warz

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(Where sparkle 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 you before
Prepare for mic
(And the cold war)

This rhyme you digest the RZA console
Ask why I slam, pole
Raekwon the bomb, Hunchback, Norte Dame
Golden Arms is bronze, buddah palm hit
It blows extreme, stream be the theme
team, America's CREAM team, redeemed
Vidal Sassoon, chrome tones hear the of Al Capone
Gun POW to the

And split the bone, wig 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 general
Raw be the quote rap style throat
Through the fully operational, held tote

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

More than thousand times one, up, my styles get done
I hold a title, enhanced how my was won, check it
Slick majestic, broke are left infected
Germs to spread through your crew, drew like an epic
You asked for it, shot up the jams syringes
My alone blows doors straight off the hinges
Masked Avenger, I appear to your ear like wind
With a freestyle, sharper 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
more games than beggars on trains, livid sharp pains
Poisonous Rebel Deck, you can't destroy this
You get ambushed, skate, try to avoid
Side of, hot raps and hot tracks
A duffle bag of guns son, dipped in black
My culture, slides and attacks like a
and Madison Square is on your 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 told you
for mic fights
(And plus the war)

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

Fuck up your anatomy, steadily, and deadly
Spatter-head lyrics I lick through your
submit to the will as I kill your
Juvenile freestyle, civilize the
Devils worship this like an
huggin mics with the grips of a python

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

You of the rasp before but kept waiting
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 to your eardrum
Dedicated to rap niggaz, beware of the
Lebanon Don, X beat threat
CD massacre, to casette
I the shop up, you ain't seen nothin' yet
One man ran, tryin to get from it
Put your on, watch me I'm comin'
Into your chamber Freddy enter dreams
Discombumberate technique and your scheme
Four course applause, a black dat to dat
stuck on stupid like I'm stuck on the map

Nowhere to go except show bro
motherfuckers can't stop O
In battlin', you don't me to start tattlin'
All upon the because y'all snakes keep rattlin'
Bitch, you ain't got on the rich
Every other day my whole dress code
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 smoked out I be scoped out
I'm too ill, I Park Hill
See my on the twenty dollar bill
it in, and get ten dollars back
The fat LP Cappachino on the wax
it in your think, put valve up to twelve

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

And you can dick hip-hop affection
I damage any MC who step in my
I'm Staten best son fuck what you heard
still talkin that shit is absurd
My is U.S.S.R.
P.L.O. style got out the car
And ran over, by the Man jeep
can't define my style is so deep
like pussy, my low cut fade bushy
a porcupine, I part backs like a spine
Cut you like a and reconstruct your design
I know you want to diss me, but I can read mind

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