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 Central
Who wants to kill
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 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 fuckin, yo this made of glass nig!
Get your big off my moms table man!
Get the off it man.
Yo chill man, pass the Cristal man.
is greedy man, damn.
Big ass shits.
Yo man you ain't smoking none of that weed in 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 doubt 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 roll as one
I call my brother Sun 'cause he shine one

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

it
Scriptures hit the body like sawed off
Like my hair notty and my nosepiece
Fuck a nigga hottie, that pussy probably
like the deserts of Mogabi, for real
Ain't nuttin here, we pioneer
Commandeer a new frontier, this be the Wu
chambers of fear, huh, you lost it
Information out your faucets, hmmmmm
Time to forfeit your and leave the ground
There's a new sheriff in town 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 nigga his breath, we still payin dues
And the one is death, back to the essence
With that shit you stressin, rap profession
Now peep Tical, the son of the
plus my style, Criminology pays
The times 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
Plus coolin in
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, up a storm buyin guards margaritas
Suckin his dick, up in the long
Designed for rhyme nigga jail time jiggas
Them niggaz up in figures bitin niggaz
Silks Wally-Wear rolled chain yeah
Jakes beware 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
Solid gold crown be shinin and like some diamonds
I be pioneerin the style in the cloud silver linings
breasted, bullet proof vested, well protected
The heart the rib cage the chest and plexus
Castin stones, crackin two-hundred and six
And watch yo' ass get blown to a sea of fire and
How you approach it with dim pones
The overfiend noah bean green souls with a soldier mean
The grand imperial wizard oh is it
The Ryzarector come to pay your ass a
Local bio-chemical, universal giant, the black
Lickin shots to Davy on the bicentennial
Happen millenium two thousand two shots of penicillin
goes up your son it's time for boutin
It's a mileage resemblin who like followin
inside your projects like a genie inside the bottle

Verse Four: Killer

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

Verse Ghostface Killer, a.k.a. Tony Starks

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

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