Luyện nghe bài hát Wu-Gambinos

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

hit the body like sawed-off shotties
Like my hair knotty and my snotty
Fuck a nigga hottie, whole pussy probably
Burn the deserts of Mugabe, for real
Ain't nothing here, we pioneer
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
dead or alive, bounty on the poster
Wild in the West, a of my culture
And life is the test, up
Let a nigga his breath
I'm still paying and the last one is death
Back to the essence with that shit you stressing, rap profession
Now peep Tical, the son of the Shaolin
Bless my style, pays
The last times and days, fucking Blaze

This goes for who know
Wu will blow yayo, lay low
cooling in Barbados
Ricans be me much shit to touch shit
cool Papa, see you with enough 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 storm Gods margaritas
Sucking his dick, up in the whip
Designed for rhyme crime nigga time jiggas
Them niggas up in hype Vigors niggas
Silks Wally wear Figaro yeah
Jakes of black rap millionaires
Rock Airs, leather goose, bears this year
1-800-GAMBINO niggas,

Wu roll together as one, I call my brother Sun 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
Double breasted, bullet proof vested, well
The heart, the rib cage, the and solar plexus
stones, cracking two-hundred and six bones
And watch your ass get blown to a sea of and brimstone
How dare you approach it with poems
The overfiend like bean green souls with a soldier mean
The grand imperial wizard or is it
The Rzarector come to pay your ass a
Local bio-chemical, giant, the black general
Licking shots at Crockett on the bicentennial
Happy Millennium two thousand two shots of penicillin
up your adrenalin son it's time for bouting
It's a model resembling the niggas who like following
inside your projects like a genie inside the bottle and

God stepping forth upon holy of the track
the sound that surrounds and hurts me like I'm under attack
So I decided to bite on the mic
So the of the track won't deny the fact that I'm the master
For what lurks, is an expert hurts
The individual who tries to under
Cause I strike, like
couldn't stand my heat, it's unbearable
My wisdom fucks up your
Systems are fractured by the tactics
Style is ragged and are mad jagged
the entity, my vicinity
Is hundred and sixty degrees of humidity
Represent the school of hard knocks and my
is hostile and got mad moss for blocks so
Feel the force of impact from the iron of
The gat as I attack the
From the side of the pack, Starks pass the chrome
Watch a nigga get out his motherfucking dome-piece
Deceased, to rest

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

Yo, aiyyo I got to serve them my way, move give me
Holding up your saloon, clean sweep, a broom
Full moons me howl 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 more a pharmacy
Fuck Geraldo, Pablo's bro is Bravo
Goodfellas we know, sellers become novels
The man rocking bands, silk scarves and jams
Early 80's British Walkers, playboys, and shams
The laser beam vocalist well at symphonies
Bad days, me snatch ice right outta Tiffany's
Remember kids that came off with eight million
Robbed the Brinks and I labelled in pavilions
Them flower heads must been stupid
Tell me how the fuck black get caught with all that loot kid
jet money, underground money
Submarines and too bad you fucked up dummies