Luyện nghe bài hát Wu-Gambinos

And in our of work, we need all the help we can get
Tony is the name, he works for a drug ring in Central America
Who wants to him?
No information, say yes or no
One point million
Alright, you get what you -- money's no object
They're all clean, no serial numbers,
And there are explosive head bullets, in the

[Raekwon, Ghostface, (Method)]

Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo-yo, here the cop man
Yo Starks come here, here Sun
here for a minute!
Aiyyo aiyyo hold up up
we gotta go to the store for more baking soda
Yo yo yo get your fuckin, yo this made of nig!
Get your big off my moms table man!
Get the off it man.
Yo just man, pass the Cristal man.
is greedy man, damn.
Big ass shits.
Yo man you ain't none of that weed in here man.
man.

Bobby
go to the store man
Sup
Get baking soda.
(Yo!) cut the pie five ways
(Noodles) We came off two mil kid
(Rollie Fingers, no doubt coming through)
La nostra
(Johnny Blaze!)
(Lou Diamonds!)
kid.
(Tony Starks)
Universal
(Original blood bad bwoys)

Method Man

Who come to get you? None. want guns!
I be the to set off shit, last to run
Wu together as one
I call my brother Sun he shine like one

Verse Method Man, a.k.a. Johnny Blaze

it
Scriptures hit the body like off shotties
Like my hair notty and my snotty
Fuck a hottie, that whole pussy probably
Burn like the of Mogabi, for real
Ain't fraudulent here, we pioneer
a new frontier, this be the Wu yeah
Thirty-six chambers of fear, huh, you it
Information leakin out your faucets,
Time to forfeit your and leave the ground
There's a new sheriff in town it down
the two holster, shit shot smoker
Wanted dead or alive, bounty on the
Wild in the West, a of my culture
And life is the test, up
Let a nigga his breath, we still payin dues
And the one is death, back to the essence
With shit you stressin, this rap profession
Now peep Tical, the son of the
Isle plus my style, pays
The last and days, Johnny fuckin Blaze

Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef, a.k.a. Lou

This for niggaz who know
Wu grow like llello, ley no
Plus in Barbados
be givin me much shit, the dutch shit
Stay cool papi, it with enough shit
at the lab a, crack's bagged up
Yo niggaz act up, what blow up the workers if they
Senoritas, fuckin up a storm buyin margaritas
Suckin his dick, up in the long
for rhyme prime nigga jail time jiggas
Them up in Height figures bitin niggaz
Silks Wally-Wear rolled chain yeah
Jakes black rap millionaires
Rock hairs leather goose bears blowin year
One hundred gambino niggaz yeah

Wu roll as one
I call my brother Sun 'cause he shine one

Verse RZA, a.k.a. Bobby Steels

Solid crown is shinin
Solid gold, it Sun yo
Solid gold crown be shinin and blindin some diamonds
I be pioneerin the style in the with silver linings
Double breasted, bullet proof vested, well
The the rib cage the chest and solar plexus
Castin stones, crackin and six bones
And yo' ass get blown to a sea of fire and brimstone
How dare you approach it dim pones
The overfiend like noah bean green with a soldier mean
The grand exquisite wizard oh is it
The Ryzarector to pay your ass a visit
bio-chemical, universal giant, the black general
Lickin shots to Davy Crockett on the
millenium two thousand microchips two shots of penicillin
goes up your adrenalin son it's time for
a mileage resemblin niggaz who like followin
Trapped inside your projects a genie inside the bottle

Verse Master Killer

God steppin forth upon holy of the track
It's the sound that surrounds and hurts me like I'm attack
So I to bite down on the mic
So the pain of the track won't the fact
That I'm the Master, for lurks, is an expert
That hurts the individual who tries to under
'cause I strike, thunder
Niggaz couldn't my heat, it's unbearable
My wisdom up your respiratorial
are fractured by the killa tactics
Style is ragged and thoughts are mad
the entity, my vicinity
Is three and sixty degrees of humidity
Represent the school of hard knocks and my
is hoss and got mad moss for blocks so
Feel the of impact from the iron side of
The gat as I attack the
From the blind side of the pack, Starks pass the
Watch a get blown out his muthafuckin dome
piece, deceased, to rest

Verse Five: Killer, a.k.a. Tony Starks

Yo, aiyyo I got to them my way, move give me room
up your saloon, clean sweep, like a broom
Full moons make me howl like a wolf outta
Sold only new cords I heard Genius on Gef
So step back, to the lab at, high
My teammate, cells well like a pharmacy
Fuck horado pablos plan growas
Goodfellas we know, best sellas novels
The man head bands, silk scarves and jams
80's british rock, playboys, mocks, and shams
The beam vocalist does well at symphonies
Bad days, watch me ice right outta Tiffany's
Remember them kids came off with 8 million
Robbed the Brinks and I labelled in royal
Them flower heads must been stupid
me how the fuck black niggaz get caught wit all that loot kid
That's jet money, money
and rings too bad you fucked up dummies

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