Luyện nghe bài hát Wu Banga 101

Back, back, back,

Yo, too advanced, digi' stance, the cd enhanced
I move with the speed and of ants
in form with the beez they swarm
Hold up the cold appear warm
My first verbal brawl, started on some yes yes
To the beat y'all, break your windshield, your 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 herb spots, jukebox or malt
Un cut live, drop eighty-five, in one
hits the metal mic, majority stare

Heard the wu snare, my iris cut down the glare
Walk a road the length you find too long to measure
My clan a make me like d. banner under pressure
No surprise, disc touched five
elements, kept environments colonized
With the flyin' 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
the pastor, didn't know pop had asthma
He pulled out his blue Bible, change 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. parks said, "Brother starks, meet you at the spot
Heard you got red out, and I want a lot"
Shirley fainted on the spot
Two ushers slipped dollars right out the pot
Oh

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

Play, fullback 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 actual we build, like Crew
Coconut, incense, one sentence,
Control the holy flinch hit this, new
Roman numerals, sun splash niggaz like, Tango and Cash
cats roll out fast

Wu thousand nuthin' but hardcore we to get land riches and more
Ghost put me on to it we just do it, floss or
Take care of the business, too many roughnecks
two of these to Flex, tell him it's real rap like Ghost
Had to beat niggaz with clubs V.I. clientele we lay it down flat
Poot out on kid, now where your mans at
Fakin' the real like, damn I stand Cappa

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

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

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

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

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

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