Luyện nghe bài hát Wu-Gambinos

And in our line of work, we need all the we can get
Tony Wind is the name, he works for a ring in Central America
Who wants to kill
No information, say yes or no
One five million
Alright, you get what you want -- no object
They're all clean, no serial numbers,
And there are head bullets, in the clip

[Raekwon, Ghostface, (Method)]

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

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

Chorus: Man

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

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

it
Scriptures hit the body like sawed off
Like my notty and my nosepiece snotty
Fuck a nigga hottie, that whole probably
like the deserts of Mogabi, for real
Ain't nuttin here, we pioneer
Commandeer a new frontier, be the Wu yeah
chambers of fear, huh, you lost it
Information leakin out faucets, hmmmmm
Time to forfeit your and leave the ground
There's a new sheriff in holdin it down
It's the two holster, shit smoker
dead or alive, bounty on the poster
Wild in the West, a student of my
And life is the test, up
Let a nigga his breath, we still payin dues
And the last one is death, back to the
With shit you stressin, this rap profession
Now peep Tical, the son of the
Isle plus my style, Criminology
The last and days, Johnny fuckin Blaze

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

This goes for who know
Wu will grow llello, ley no
Plus in Barbados
Ricaans be me much shit, the dutch shit
Stay cool papi, seize it with enough
Back at the lab a, bagged up
Yo niggaz act up, what blow up the workers if they
Senoritas, fuckin up a buyin guards margaritas
his dick, up in the whip long
Designed for rhyme prime nigga time jiggas
niggaz up in Height figures bitin niggaz
Silks Wally-Wear finger chain yeah
Jakes beware rap millionaires
hairs leather goose bears blowin this year
One hundred gambino niggaz yeah

Wu together as one
I my brother Sun 'cause he shine like one

Verse Three: RZA, a.k.a. Steels

gold crown is shinin
Solid gold, it Sun yo
Solid gold crown be shinin and blindin some diamonds
I be pioneerin the style in the cloud with linings
breasted, bullet proof vested, well protected
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 it with dim pones
The overfiend like noah green souls with a soldier mean
The grand exquisite imperial oh is it
The Ryzarector come to pay your ass a
Local bio-chemical, universal giant, the black
Lickin shots to Crockett on the bicentennial
Happen millenium two 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

Four: Master Killer

God steppin forth holy down of the track
It's the sound that surrounds and me like I'm under attack
So I decided to bite on the mic
So the pain of the track won't deny the
I'm the Master, for what lurks, is an expert
That hurts the individual who tries to visual-ize
'cause I strike, thunder
Niggaz couldn't stand my heat, it's
My wisdom fucks up respiratorial
Systems are by the killa tactics
is ragged and thoughts are mad jagged
Enter the entity, my
Is hundred and sixty degrees of humidity
the school of hard knocks and glocks my
Clan is hoss and got mad moss for so
Feel the force of from the iron side of
The gat as I the track
From the blind side of the pack, pass the chrome
Watch a nigga get blown out his muthafuckin
piece, deceased, laid to

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

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

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