Luyện nghe bài hát Wu-Gambinos

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

Scriptures hit the body sawed-off shotties
my hair knotty and my nosepiece snotty
Fuck a nigga hottie, whole pussy probably
like the deserts of Mugabe, for real
Ain't nothing here, we pioneer
Commandeer a new frontier, be the Wu yeah
chambers of fear, huh you lost it
Information out your faucets, hmm
Time to forfeit your crown and the grounds
There's a new in town holding it down
It's the two holster, shit smoker
Wanted or alive, bounty on the poster
in the West, a student of my culture
And life is the test, up
Let a nigga his breath
I'm paying dues and the last one is death
Back to the essence with that shit you stressing, this rap
Now peep Tical, the son of the Shaolin
Bless my style, criminology
The last times and days, fucking Blaze

goes for niggas who know
Wu will like yayo, lay low
Plus in Barbados
Ricans be giving me much shit to touch
cool Papa, see you with enough shit
Back at the lab a, bagged up
Yo niggas act up, what blow up their workers if they to
Señoritas, up a storm buying Gods margaritas
his dick, up in the whip long
Designed for rhyme nigga jail time jiggas
Them niggas up in Vigors lighting niggas
Silks wear Figaro chain yeah
Jakes beware of rap millionaires
Rock Airs, leather goose, bears this year
1-800-GAMBINO niggas,

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

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

God stepping forth upon holy of the track
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 hurts
The individual who tries to visualize
Cause I strike, like
couldn't stand my heat, it's unbearable
My wisdom up your respiratorial
Systems are fractured by the tactics
Style is and thoughts are mad jagged
the entity, my vicinity
Is hundred and sixty degrees of humidity
Represent the school of hard and Glocks my
Clan is and got mad moss for blocks so
Feel the force of impact from the side of
The gat as I the track
From the blind of the pack, Starks pass the chrome
Watch a nigga get blown out his dome-piece
Deceased, laid to

Who to get you
None, they want
I be the to set off shit, last to run
Wu together as one
I call my brother Sun cause he like one

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