Luyện nghe bài hát Wu Banga 101

Back, back, back,

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

Mr.Traffic, shit, from ecclesiastic
Cashier, out, fine, cut off the plastic
See the logo a monument in
out, in the giant landscape, of broken rocks
Whether in herb spots, jukebox or malt shops
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 great length you too long to measure
My clan a make me rhyme like d. under pressure
No surprise, double disc five
elements, kept environments colonized
With the flyin' death-defyin' flow like the rebel
Right there, but you're one 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 blue Bible, change out his coat
Three condoms, two dice, one bag of
Oooh rev ain't right, his ain't right

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

Egyptian, brown skin suede Timbs
Masquerading X-rated throw blades, all
Round nozzle touchdown, Hagen-Daas White House
Gucci on the roof, call us rock groups
Mere intelligent, buy Nieman 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, strapped like a fuck, war at
The black, Carlo stash house in Hackensack
Pack capsules, Bay 'em lay 'em down like wax do
It's all actual we build, Crash Crew
Coconut, incense, one sentence,
Control the holy flinch hit this, new
Roman numerals, sun them niggaz like, Tango and Cash
Alcatraz cats roll out

Wu thousand nuthin' but hardcore we tryin' to get land riches and
put me on to it we just do it, floss or whatever
Take care of the business, there's too many
two of these to Flex, tell him it's real rap like Ghost
Had to beat niggaz toast clubs 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
Y'all heard about us like we about you
Bless the mic reality, hit you with the virtue
Calm not tryin' to hurt you, burst through
That shit, fatter all y'all niggaz outfits
We the glitch like Y2K catch the ball when it drop, pop
Y'all have a day

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

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

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

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

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