Luyện nghe bài hát Wu-Gambinos

Who to get you
None, want guns
I be the first to set off shit, to run
Wu roll as one
I my brother Sun cause he shine like one

Scriptures hit the body like sawed-off
Like my hair knotty and my snotty
Fuck a hottie, that whole pussy probably
Burn like the of Mugabe, for real
Ain't nothing fraudulent here, we
a new frontier, this be the Wu yeah
Thirty-six chambers of fear, huh you it
Information leaking out faucets, hmm
to forfeit your crown and leave the grounds
There's a new sheriff in town holding it
It's the two holster, shit shot
Wanted or alive, bounty on the poster
in the West, a student of my culture
And is the test, hold up
Let a nigga his breath
I'm still paying dues and the last one is
Back to the essence that shit you stressing, this rap profession
Now Tical, the son of the Shaolin Isle
my style, criminology pays
The times and days, Johnny fucking Blaze

This goes for who know
Wu blow like yayo, lay low
Plus cooling in
Ricans be giving me much to touch shit
Stay cool Papa, see you with shit
Back at the lab a, crack's up
Yo niggas act up, what blow up their workers if have to
Señoritas, fucking up a buying Gods margaritas
Sucking his dick, up in the long
Designed for rhyme crime nigga time jiggas
Them niggas up in hype Vigors lighting
Silks Wally Figaro chain yeah
Jakes of black rap millionaires
Rock Airs, leather goose, blowing this year
1-800-GAMBINO niggas,

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

gold crown is shining, we're blinding like some diamonds
I'm reclining in the sky on a cloud with silver
Double breasted, bullet proof vested, well
The heart, the rib cage, the chest and solar
Casting stones, cracking and six bones
And watch ass get blown to a sea of fire and brimstone
How dare you approach it with poems
The overfiend like bean green souls with a soldier mean
The grand exquisite wizard or is it
The Rzarector to pay your ass a visit
Local bio-chemical, giant, the black general
Licking at Davy Crockett on the bicentennial
Happy Millennium two thousand microchips two shots of
Goes up your adrenalin son it's for bouting
It's a model you're the niggas who like following
Trapped inside projects like a genie inside the bottle and

God stepping upon holy down of the track
It's the sound that 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 fact I'm the master
For what lurks, is an expert that
The individual who tries to visualize
I strike, like thunder
Niggas stand my heat, it's unbearable
My wisdom fucks up your
Systems are by the killer tactics
is ragged and thoughts are mad jagged
Enter the entity, my
Is three hundred and degrees of humidity
Represent the school of knocks and Glocks my
is hostile and got mad moss for blocks so
Feel the force of from the iron side of
The gat as I attack the
From the side of the pack, Starks pass the chrome
Watch a nigga get blown out his motherfucking
Deceased, laid to

Who to get you
None, they guns
I be the first to set off shit, to run
Wu roll as one
I call my brother Sun he shine like one

Yo, aiyyo I got to serve my way, move give me room
Holding up saloon, clean sweep, like a broom
Full moons make me howl like a wolf out of
Sold only new vocal cords you heard on Gef
So step back, to the lab at, high
My teammate, enhance more like a pharmacy
Geraldo, Pablo's plan bro is Bravo
Goodfellas we know, best sellers novels
The man rocking bands, silk scarves and jams
Early 80's Walkers, playboys, mocks and shams
The beam vocalist does well at symphonies
Bad days, watch me snatch ice right Tiffany's
Remember them kids came off with eight million
Robbed the Brinks and I labelled in pavilions
Them flower heads must been stupid
Tell me how the black niggas get caught with all that loot kid
There's jet money, money
and rings too bad you fucked up dummies