Luyện nghe bài hát Wu Banga 101

Back, back, back,

Yo, too advanced, digi' stance, the cd enhanced
I with the speed and strength of ants
Identical in form with the beez swarm
Hold up the cold appear warm
My verbal 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 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
Spotlight hits the metal mic, stare

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

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

Deacon is a pimp, tell by his
Mrs. parks said, "Brother starks, you at the numbers spot
you got red tops out, and I want a lot"
Shirley dead 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, Hagen-Daas White House
Gucci flag on the roof, us rock groups
Mere intelligent, buy Nieman it out
No doubt, all we saw he bought, mom's all blow
Was simple, blamp run camps the stamps get you
The way we lamp, come and get you

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

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

Then my flooded the next chapter
Y'all heard about us we heard about you
Bless the mic with reality, hit you with the
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 to spaz and break fool
Grab my gun, one, snatch son
Put the barrel by his face, one by his eardrum
run, you drop thinkin' you shot
Screamin' a bitch, kicks to your face
Shots to the that shake like the bass
I'm Ghost faced up, style down
ammunitions of rounds across the chest

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

Carefully, swing the B seven Christmas lights
Too Ghost is comin' y'all fix the mirrors
Relax like pudding, strangle my man couldn't
Exile he no longer in the hood the kid that max the most
Me I turn a wedding into hoax roses tied to on posts
On breaks, piss 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,