Luyện nghe bài hát Wu Banga 101

Back, back, back,

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

Mr.Traffic, shit, from ecclesiastic
Cashier, holdin' out, fine, cut off the
See the logo a monument in
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, my iris cut down the glare
Walk a road the great length you find too to measure
My a make me rhyme like d. banner under pressure
No surprise, double touched five
Those elements, environments colonized
With the high death-defyin' flow like the rebel
Right there, but you're one year, from my level

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

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

Egyptian, brown brown suede Timbs
X-rated throw blades, all occasions
Round nozzle touchdown, Hagen-Daas White House
Gucci flag on the roof, us rock groups
Mere intelligent, buy Marc' it out
No doubt, all we saw he bought, Lori all blow
Was simple, blamp instrumentals run camps the get you
The way we lamp, come and get you

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

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

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

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

Yo I'm liable to spaz and break fool
Grab my gun, select one, son
Put the barrel by his face, one by his eardrum
Piss run, you drop you shot
Screamin' a bitch, kicks to your face
Shots to the body shake like the bass
I'm Ghost faced up, military down
Nuff ammunitions of across the chest

to the intro, rap through po'
Smashed a fresh of wax Ceasar
Flashy penthouse that the vista
Wally Moc' have tie, swimmin'
Three chunks of ice sit in Johnny Walker for
the moment, fund raiser at will, work with the homeless
Polish diamond edge, Flintstones shit, in a comb pick

Carefully, the B seven series Christmas lights
Too bright Ghost is y'all fix the mirrors
Relax like pudding, confidence strangle my man
Exile he no in the hood bless the kid that max the most
Me I turn a wedding into hoax roses to bombs on posts
On breaks, piss in the apple juice
Rasta nigga rock the big do's Jiffy Pop only chant Wu

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