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 five million
Alright, you get what you want -- no object
all clean, no serial numbers, untraceable
And are explosive head bullets, in the clip

[Raekwon, Ghostface, (Method)]

Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo-yo, come the cop man
Yo Starks here, come 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 fuckin, yo this made of glass nig!
Get your big off my moms table man!
Get the off it man.
Yo just chill man, pass the 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 five
(Noodles) We off with two mil kid
Fast (Rollie Fingers, no 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 first to set off shit, to run
Wu together as one
I call my Sun 'cause he shine like one

Verse One: Method Man, a.k.a. Johnny

it
Scriptures hit the body sawed off shotties
Like my notty and my nosepiece snotty
Fuck a nigga hottie, that whole pussy
Burn like the of Mogabi, for real
nuttin fraudulent here, we pioneer
Commandeer a new frontier, this be the Wu
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
It's the two holster, shit smoker
dead or alive, bounty on the poster
Wild in the West, a of my culture
And life is the test, up
Let a nigga catch his breath, we payin dues
And the last one is death, to the essence
With shit you stressin, this rap profession
Now peep Tical, the son of the
Isle plus my style, pays
The last times and days, fuckin Blaze

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

This goes for niggaz who
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, crack's up
Yo act up, what blow up the workers if they hafta
Senoritas, up a storm buyin guards margaritas
Suckin his dick, up in the long
Designed for rhyme prime nigga jail jiggas
Them niggaz up in Height bitin niggaz
Silks Wally-Wear finger rolled yeah
Jakes black rap millionaires
Rock hairs goose bears blowin this year
One eight gambino niggaz yeah

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

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

Solid gold crown is
gold, check it Sun yo
Solid gold crown be shinin and blindin like some
I be pioneerin the in the cloud with silver linings
Double breasted, bullet proof vested, well
The heart the rib cage the chest and plexus
stones, crackin two-hundred and six bones
And watch yo' ass get 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 exquisite imperial wizard oh is it
The Ryzarector to pay your ass a visit
bio-chemical, universal giant, the black general
Lickin shots to Crockett on the bicentennial
Happen millenium two microchips two shots of penicillin
up your adrenalin son it's time for boutin
It's a mileage resemblin niggaz who like
inside your projects like a genie inside the bottle

Verse Four: Master

God forth upon holy down 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 won't deny the fact
That I'm the Master, for lurks, is an expert
That hurts the individual who tries to under
I strike, like thunder
Niggaz stand my heat, it's unbearable
My wisdom up your respiratorial
Systems are fractured by the tactics
Style is and thoughts are mad jagged
the entity, my vicinity
Is hundred and sixty degrees of humidity
Represent the school of hard and glocks my
Clan is and got mad moss for blocks so
Feel the force of from the iron side of
The gat as I the track
From the blind side of the pack, Starks the chrome
Watch a get blown out his muthafuckin dome
piece, deceased, to rest

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

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

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