Luyện nghe bài hát Wu Banga 101

Back, back, back,

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

Mr.Traffic, dumbin' shit, from
Cashier, out, fine, cut off the plastic
See the logo a in hip-hop
Carved out, in the 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, while my iris cut down the
Walk a road the great length you find too long to
My clan a make me rhyme like d. banner under
No surprise, double disc five
Those elements, kept environments
With the high flyin' flow like the rebel
there, but you're one light year, from my level

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

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

Egyptian, brown skin brown Timbs
Masquerading X-rated throw blades, all
Round nozzle touchdown, Hagen-Daas gobbles House
Gucci flag on the roof, call us groups
intelligent, buy Nieman Marc' it out
No doubt, all we saw he bought, Lori all blow
Was simple, blamp run camps the stamps get you
The way we lamp, fans and get you

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

Wu nuthin' but hardcore we tryin' to get land 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 like
Had to beat niggaz with toast V.I. clientele we lay it down flat
Poot out on y'all kid, now your mans at
the real like, damn I can't stand Cappa

Then my flooded the next chapter
heard about us like we heard about you
Bless the mic 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 when it drop, guns pop
Y'all have a day

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

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

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

Carefully, swing the B seven series Christmas
Too Ghost is comin' y'all 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 wedding into hoax roses tied to bombs on
On commercial breaks, in the apple juice
nigga rock the big do's Jiffy Pop it's only chant Wu

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