Luyện nghe bài hát Wu Banga 101

Back, back, back,

Yo, too advanced, digi' stance, made the cd
I move the speed and strength of ants
Identical in form with the they swarm
Hold up the cold current warm
My first verbal brawl, started on some yes yes
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 in hip-hop
Carved out, in the landscape, of broken rocks
Whether heard in spots, jukebox or malt shops
Un cut live, drop eighty-five, in one
Spotlight hits the metal mic, majority

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

Uh-huh yeah yo 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, fell out his coat
condoms, two dice, one bag of dope
Oooh rev ain't right, his ain't right

Deacon is a pimp, tell by his
Mrs. parks said, "Brother starks, meet you at the spot
Heard you got red out, and I want a lot"
Shirley dead on the spot
Two ushers slipped eighty 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
intelligent, buy Nieman Marc' 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, Gambino's stash house in Hackensack
capsules, Green Bay 'em lay 'em down like wax do
It's all actual we build, Crash Crew
Coconut, incense, one sentence,
Control the flinch hit this, new whips
Roman numerals, sun splash them like, Tango and Cash
cats roll out fast

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

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

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

Yo sometimes I'm liable to spaz and break
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 face
Shots to the body that shake the bass
I'm Ghost faced up, military style
Nuff of rounds across the chest

Skip to the intro, rap po'
Smashed a ball of wax Ceasar
Flashy penthouse that overlooks the
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, swing the B seven series Christmas
Too bright Ghost is comin' y'all fix the
Relax like pudding, confidence my man couldn't
Exile he no longer in the hood bless the kid max the most
Me I a wedding into hoax roses tied to bombs on posts
On breaks, piss in the apple juice
Rasta nigga rock the big do's Jiffy Pop only chant Wu

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