Luyện nghe bài hát Wu-Gambinos

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

Scriptures hit the like sawed-off shotties
my hair knotty and my nosepiece snotty
Fuck a nigga hottie, that pussy probably
Burn the deserts of Mugabe, for real
nothing fraudulent here, we pioneer
Commandeer a new frontier, this be the Wu
chambers of fear, huh you lost it
Information out your faucets, hmm
Time to forfeit your crown and leave the
a new sheriff in town holding it down
It's the two holster, shot smoker
Wanted or alive, bounty on the poster
Wild in the West, a of my culture
And is the test, hold up
Let a nigga catch his
I'm still paying and the last one is death
Back to the essence with shit you stressing, this rap profession
Now Tical, the son of the Shaolin Isle
Bless my style, criminology
The last times and days, Johnny fucking

This for niggas who know
Wu will like yayo, lay low
cooling in Barbados
Ricans be giving me shit to touch shit
Stay cool Papa, see you enough shit
Back at the lab a, bagged up
Yo niggas act up, what blow up workers if they have to
Señoritas, up a storm buying Gods margaritas
Sucking his dick, up in the long
Designed for rhyme crime nigga time jiggas
Them niggas up in hype lighting niggas
Wally wear Figaro chain yeah
Jakes beware of black rap
Rock Airs, leather goose, bears blowing year
niggas, yeah

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

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

God stepping forth holy down 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 deny the fact 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 respiratorial
Systems are fractured by the tactics
is ragged and thoughts are mad jagged
Enter the entity, my
Is three hundred and sixty of humidity
Represent the school of knocks and Glocks my
is hostile and got mad moss for blocks so
Feel the force of impact the iron side of
The gat as I the track
From the blind side of the pack, Starks the chrome
Watch a get blown out his motherfucking dome-piece
Deceased, laid to

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

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