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 call my brother Sun cause he shine one

Scriptures hit the body like shotties
Like my hair knotty and my nosepiece
Fuck a nigga hottie, whole pussy probably
like the deserts of Mugabe, for real
Ain't nothing fraudulent here, we
Commandeer a new frontier, this be the Wu
Thirty-six chambers of fear, huh you it
Information leaking out faucets, hmm
Time to forfeit your crown and leave the
There's a new sheriff in town it down
It's the two holster, shit shot
Wanted dead or alive, on the poster
Wild in the West, a of my culture
And life is the test, up
Let a nigga catch his
I'm paying dues and the last one is death
to the essence with that shit you stressing, this rap profession
Now Tical, the son of the Shaolin Isle
my style, criminology pays
The last times and days, fucking Blaze

This goes for who know
Wu will blow yayo, lay low
cooling in Barbados
Ricans be giving me much to touch shit
Stay cool Papa, see you with shit
at the lab a, crack's bagged up
Yo niggas act up, what blow up their workers if they to
Señoritas, up a storm buying Gods margaritas
Sucking his dick, up in the whip
for rhyme crime nigga jail time jiggas
Them niggas up in hype Vigors lighting
Silks Wally wear Figaro chain
beware of black rap millionaires
Rock Airs, goose, bears blowing this year
niggas, yeah

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

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

God stepping upon holy down of the track
the sound that surrounds and hurts me like I'm under attack
So I to bite down on the mic
So the pain of the track deny the fact that I'm the master
For what lurks, is an expert that
The individual who tries to under
I strike, like thunder
Niggas stand my heat, it's unbearable
My wisdom fucks up your
Systems are by the killer tactics
Style is ragged and thoughts are mad
the entity, my vicinity
Is three and sixty degrees of humidity
Represent the school of knocks and Glocks my
is hostile 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 side of the pack, Starks pass the
Watch a nigga get out his motherfucking dome-piece
Deceased, laid to

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

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