Luyện nghe bài hát Wu-Gambinos

And in our line of work, we all the help we can get
Tony Wind is the name, he for a drug ring in Central America
Who to kill him?
No information, say yes or no
One five million
Alright, you get what you want -- no object
They're all clean, no numbers, untraceable
And there are explosive 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
here for a minute!
Aiyyo aiyyo hold up up
we gotta go to the store for more baking soda
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 chill man, pass the Cristal man.
Niggaz is man, damn.
Big ass shits.
Yo man you smoking none of that weed in here man.
man.

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

Method Man

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

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

it
Scriptures hit the body sawed off shotties
Like my hair notty and my nosepiece
a nigga hottie, that whole pussy probably
Burn like the deserts of Mogabi, for
Ain't nuttin fraudulent here, we
a new frontier, this be the Wu yeah
Thirty-six chambers of fear, huh, you it
Information leakin out your faucets,
to forfeit your crown and leave the ground
There's a new sheriff in town holdin it
It's the two holster, shot 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 one is death, back to the essence
With that shit you stressin, rap profession
Now Tical, the son of the Shaolin
plus my style, Criminology pays
The last and days, Johnny fuckin Blaze

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

This for niggaz who know
Wu will like llello, ley no
coolin in Barbados
Ricaans be givin me much shit, the shit
Stay papi, seize it with 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 margaritas
Suckin his dick, up in the whip
Designed for rhyme prime nigga time jiggas
niggaz up in Height figures bitin niggaz
Silks finger rolled chain yeah
Jakes black rap millionaires
Rock hairs leather goose bears this year
One eight hundred niggaz yeah

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

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

gold 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 vested, well protected
The heart the rib cage the and solar plexus
Castin stones, two-hundred and six bones
And watch yo' ass get blown to a sea of and brimstone
How you approach it with dim pones
The overfiend noah bean green souls with a soldier mean
The exquisite imperial wizard oh is it
The Ryzarector to pay your ass a visit
Local bio-chemical, universal giant, the black
shots to Davy Crockett on the bicentennial
Happen millenium two thousand two shots of penicillin
goes up your adrenalin son time for boutin
It's a mileage resemblin niggaz who followin
Trapped inside projects like a genie inside the bottle

Four: Master Killer

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

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 like a wolf outta breath
only new vocal cords I heard Genius on Gef
So step back, to the lab at, high
My teammate, enhance cells well like a
Fuck horado pablos plan growas
Goodfellas we know, best become novels
The man rockin head bands, silk scarves and
80's british rock, playboys, mocks, and shams
The laser beam does well at symphonies
Bad days, watch me snatch ice outta Tiffany's
Remember them kids that came off with 8
Robbed the Brinks and I labelled in pavillions
Them flower heads must have been
Tell me how the fuck black niggaz get caught wit all that kid
jet money, undaground money
Submarines and rings too bad you up dummies

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