Luyện nghe bài hát Wu Banga 101

Back, back, back,

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

Mr.Traffic, dumbin' shit, ecclesiastic
Cashier, holdin' out, fine, cut off the
See the a monument in hip-hop
Carved out, in the 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, while my iris cut down the
Walk a road the great length you find too long to
My clan a me rhyme like d. banner under pressure
No surprise, double touched five
Those elements, kept colonized
With the high flyin' death-defyin' flow like the
Right there, but you're one light year, my level

yeah yo check it yo
Bottles goin' off in the church, we broke the
Slapped the pastor, 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 right

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

Egyptian, brown brown 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, blamp instrumentals run the stamps get you
The way we lamp, come and get you

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

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

my wardrobe flooded the next chapter
Y'all heard us like we heard about you
Bless the mic with reality, hit you with the
Calm down not to hurt you, burst through
That shit, fatter than 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 is supreme

Yo I'm liable to spaz and break fool
my gun, select one, snatch son
Put the by his face, blast one by his eardrum
Piss run, you drop thinkin' you
Screamin' like a bitch, to your face
Shots to the body that shake the bass
I'm Ghost faced up, style down
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' have tie, trunks
Three chunks of ice sit in Johnny for advice
Catch the moment, fund raiser at will, with the homeless
Polish diamond edge, Flintstones shit, in a comb pick

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

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