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
Identical in form with the they swarm
Hold up the current appear warm
My first verbal brawl, on some yes yes y'all
To the beat y'all, break windshield, your jeep stall

Mr.Traffic, dumbin' shit, ecclesiastic
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
Spotlight hits the mic, majority stare

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

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

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

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

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

Wu thousand nuthin' but hardcore we tryin' to get land riches and
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, tell him it's rap like Ghost
Had to beat niggaz with toast V.I. clientele we lay it down flat
Poot out on kid, now where your mans at
Fakin' the like, damn I can't stand Cappa

Then my wardrobe flooded the chapter
Y'all heard us like we heard about you
Bless the mic reality, hit you with the virtue
down not tryin' 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

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

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

Skip to the intro, rap po'
a fresh ball of wax Ceasar
Flashy penthouse that the vista
Wally Moc' tie, swimmin' trunks
Three chunks of ice sit in Johnny Walker for
the moment, fund 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 like pudding, confidence my man couldn't
Exile he no in the hood bless the kid that max the most
Me I turn a wedding hoax roses tied to bombs 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,