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 drug ring in America
Who to kill him?
No information, say yes or no
One point million
Alright, you get what you want -- money's no
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, come the cop man
Yo Starks here, come here Sun
here 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 your big Adidas off my moms 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.

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

Method Man

Who to get you? None. They want 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. Johnny

it
Scriptures hit the like sawed off shotties
Like my hair notty and my nosepiece
Fuck a nigga hottie, whole pussy probably
like 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 out your faucets, hmmmmm
Time to forfeit your crown and the ground
a new sheriff in town holdin it down
It's the two holster, shit shot
dead or alive, bounty on the poster
Wild in the West, a of my culture
And is the test, hold up
Let a catch his breath, we still payin dues
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 Raekwon the Chef, a.k.a. Lou Diamonds

This goes for who know
Wu will like llello, ley no
coolin in Barbados
Ricaans be givin me shit, the dutch shit
Stay cool papi, seize it enough shit
Back at the lab a, crack's up
Yo niggaz act up, what blow up the workers if they
Senoritas, fuckin up a storm buyin margaritas
his dick, up in the whip long
Designed for rhyme prime jail time jiggas
Them niggaz up in Height figures niggaz
Silks finger rolled chain yeah
Jakes black rap millionaires
Rock hairs leather goose bears this year
One eight gambino niggaz yeah

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

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

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

Four: Master Killer

God steppin forth upon holy of the track
the sound that surrounds and hurts me like I'm under attack
So I decided to bite on the mic
So the pain of the track won't the fact
That I'm the Master, for what lurks, is an
That hurts the individual who to visual-ize under
I strike, like thunder
Niggaz stand my heat, it's unbearable
My wisdom up your respiratorial
Systems are by the killa tactics
Style is and thoughts are mad jagged
the entity, my vicinity
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 the iron side of
The gat as I the track
the blind side of the pack, Starks pass the chrome
Watch a get blown out his muthafuckin dome
piece, deceased, laid to

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

Yo, aiyyo I got to serve my way, move give me room
Holdin up your saloon, clean sweep, like a
moons make me howl like a wolf 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, best become novels
The man rockin head bands, scarves and jams
Early 80's rock, playboys, mocks, and shams
The laser 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 heads must been stupid
Tell me how the black niggaz get caught wit all that loot kid
That's jet money, undaground
and rings too bad you fucked up dummies

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