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 with the they swarm
Hold up the cold appear warm
My first brawl, started on some yes yes y'all
To the beat y'all, your windshield, your jeep stall

Mr.Traffic, dumbin' shit, ecclesiastic
Cashier, out, fine, cut off the plastic
See the logo a monument in
out, in the giant landscape, of broken rocks
Whether heard in herb spots, jukebox or malt
Un cut live, drop eighty-five, in one
Spotlight the metal mic, majority stare

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yo sometimes I'm liable to spaz and fool
Grab my gun, one, snatch son
Put the by his face, blast one by his eardrum
Piss run, you drop thinkin' you
Screamin' like a bitch, kicks to face
to the body that shake like the bass
I'm Ghost up, military style down
Nuff ammunitions of rounds across the

Skip to the intro, rap po'
Smashed a ball of wax Ceasar
Flashy penthouse that the vista
Wally have tie, swimmin' trunks
Three chunks of ice sit in Johnny for advice
Catch the moment, fund raiser at will, work the homeless
Polish diamond edge, shit, sealed in a comb pick

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

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