Luyện nghe bài hát Wu Banga 101

Back, back, back,

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

Mr.Traffic, dumbin' shit, from
Cashier, holdin' out, fine, cut off the
See the logo a monument in
out, in the giant landscape, of broken rocks
Whether heard in herb spots, jukebox or shops
Un cut live, eighty-five, in one shot
hits the metal mic, majority stare

Heard the wu snare, while my iris cut the glare
Walk a road the great you find too long to measure
My clan a me rhyme like d. banner under pressure
No surprise, double disc touched
elements, kept environments colonized
With the high flyin' death-defyin' flow the rebel
Right there, but you're one light year, from my

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

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

Egyptian, brown brown suede Timbs
Masquerading X-rated 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, strapped like a fuck, war at
The black, Carlo Gambino's stash house in
Pack capsules, Green Bay 'em lay 'em like wax do
It's all 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 riches and more
put me on to it we just do it, floss or whatever
Take of the business, there's too many roughnecks
Give two of these to Flex, tell him it's real rap Ghost
Had to beat niggaz with toast clubs V.I. clientele we lay it down
Poot out on y'all kid, now your mans at
Fakin' the real like, damn I can't stand

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

Kanabuta, Iron Man, he is invincible
His armor is supreme

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

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

Carefully, swing the B seven Christmas lights
Too bright Ghost is comin' fix the mirrors
Relax pudding, confidence strangle my man couldn't
Exile he no longer in the hood bless the kid max the most
Me I turn a into hoax roses tied 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,