Luyện nghe bài hát Wu-Gambinos

And in our of work, we need all the help we can get
Tony Wind is the name, he works for a ring in Central America
Who wants to him?
No information, say yes or no
One point five
Alright, you get what you -- money's 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, come the cop man
Yo Starks come here, here Sun
Come for a minute!
aiyyo hold up hold up
Shit we gotta go to the store for more baking
Yo yo yo get your fuckin, yo this made of nig!
Get big Adidas off my moms table man!
Get the off it man.
Yo chill man, pass the Cristal man.
Niggaz is man, damn.
Big ass shits.
Yo man you ain't smoking none of that 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 cosa
(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 first to set off shit, to run
Wu roll as one
I call my brother Sun he shine like one

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Verse Master Killer

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

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

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

cosa, come on...