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 drug in Central America
Who to kill 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 there are head bullets, in the clip

[Raekwon, Ghostface, (Method)]

Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo-yo, here the cop man
Yo Starks here, come here Sun
Come for a minute!
Aiyyo aiyyo hold up up
Shit we gotta go to the for more baking soda
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 just 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 that soda.
(Yo!) Let's cut the pie five
(Noodles) We off with 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. They guns!
I be the first to set off shit, to run
Wu together as one
I call my brother Sun 'cause he like one

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

it
Scriptures hit the like sawed off shotties
Like my notty and my nosepiece snotty
Fuck a nigga hottie, that pussy probably
Burn like the of Mogabi, for real
nuttin fraudulent 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 crown and leave the ground
There's a new sheriff in town holdin it
It's the two holster, shot smoker
Wanted dead or alive, on the poster
in the West, a student of my culture
And is the test, hold up
Let a nigga his breath, we still payin dues
And the last one is death, back to the
With that shit you stressin, this rap
Now Tical, the son of the Shaolin
Isle plus my style, Criminology
The last times and days, fuckin Blaze

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

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

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

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

Solid gold is shinin
Solid gold, it Sun yo
Solid gold crown be shinin and like some diamonds
I be the style in the cloud with silver linings
breasted, bullet proof vested, well protected
The heart the rib cage the chest and solar
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 souls a soldier mean
The grand exquisite imperial oh is it
The Ryzarector come to pay ass a visit
Local bio-chemical, giant, the black general
shots to Davy Crockett on the bicentennial
Happen millenium two thousand microchips two shots of
goes up your adrenalin son it's for boutin
a mileage resemblin niggaz who like followin
Trapped inside your projects like a inside the bottle

Verse Master Killer

God steppin forth upon holy down of the
It's the that surrounds and hurts me like I'm under attack
So I decided to down on the mic
So the pain of the track won't deny the
That I'm the Master, for what lurks, is an
That hurts the individual who to visual-ize under
I strike, like thunder
Niggaz couldn't stand my heat, it's
My fucks up your respiratorial
are fractured by the killa tactics
Style is and thoughts are mad jagged
Enter the entity, my
Is three hundred and 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 side of
The gat as I attack the
the blind side of the pack, Starks pass the chrome
Watch a nigga get blown out his muthafuckin
piece, deceased, to rest

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

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

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