Luyện nghe bài hát Wu Banga 101

Back, back, back,

Yo, too advanced, stance, made the cd enhanced
I move with the speed and strength of
Identical in form the beez they swarm
Hold up the cold current warm
My first verbal brawl, on some yes yes y'all
To the beat y'all, your windshield, your jeep stall

Mr.Traffic, dumbin' shit, ecclesiastic
Cashier, holdin' out, fine, cut off the
See the logo a in hip-hop
Carved out, in the giant landscape, of rocks
Whether heard in spots, jukebox or malt shops
Un cut live, eighty-five, in one shot
Spotlight hits the mic, majority stare

Heard the wu snare, while my cut down the glare
Walk a road the great length you find too long to
My a make me rhyme like d. banner under pressure
No surprise, double touched five
Those elements, kept colonized
With the flyin' death-defyin' flow like the rebel
Right there, but you're one light year, my level

yeah yo check it yo
Bottles goin' off in the church, we the wine
Slapped the pastor, didn't pop had asthma
He pulled out his Bible, change fell out his coat
Three condoms, two dice, one bag of
Oooh rev ain't right, his church ain't

is a pimp, tell by his eyes
Mrs. said, "Brother starks, meet you at the numbers spot
Heard you got red out, and I want a lot"
Shirley dead on the spot
Two slipped eighty dollars right out the pot
Oh

Egyptian, brown brown suede Timbs
Masquerading throw blades, all occasions
Round nozzle touchdown, Hagen-Daas gobbles White
Gucci flag on the roof, call us rock
intelligent, buy Nieman Marc' it out
No doubt, all we saw he bought, mom's all blow
Was simple, blamp instrumentals run the stamps get you
The way we lamp, fans and get you

Play, fullback like a fuck, war at
The black, Carlo Gambino's house in Hackensack
Pack capsules, Green Bay 'em lay 'em like wax do
all actual we build, like Crash Crew
Coconut, incense, one sentence,
Control the flinch hit this, new whips
Roman numerals, sun them niggaz like, Tango and Cash
cats roll out fast

Wu thousand nuthin' but hardcore we tryin' to get land riches and
put me on to it we just do it, floss or whatever
Take of the business, there's too many roughnecks
Give two of to Flex, tell him it's real rap like Ghost
Had to beat niggaz with toast clubs V.I. we lay it down flat
out on y'all kid, now where your mans at
Fakin' the real like, damn I can't stand

Then my wardrobe flooded the next
Y'all heard about us like we about you
Bless the mic with reality, hit you with the
Calm down not tryin' to you, burst through
That shit, fatter than all niggaz outfits
We the like Y2K catch the ball when it drop, guns pop
Y'all have a day

Doctor Kanabuta, Iron Man, he is
His remarkable is supreme

Yo sometimes I'm liable to spaz and break
my gun, select one, snatch son
Put the barrel by his face, one by his eardrum
Piss run, you drop thinkin' you
Screamin' a bitch, kicks to your face
Shots to the body that like the bass
I'm Ghost faced up, style down
Nuff ammunitions of rounds the chest

to the intro, rap through po'
Smashed a fresh ball of wax
Flashy that overlooks the vista
Moc' have tie, swimmin' trunks
Three of ice sit in Johnny Walker for advice
Catch the moment, raiser at will, work with the homeless
diamond edge, Flintstones shit, sealed in a comb pick

Carefully, the B seven series Christmas lights
Too bright Ghost is y'all fix the mirrors
like pudding, confidence strangle my man couldn't
Exile he no longer in the bless the kid that max the most
Me I turn a wedding hoax roses tied to bombs on posts
On breaks, piss in the apple juice
Rasta nigga the big do's Jiffy Pop it's only chant Wu

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm back, back, back,