Luyện nghe bài hát Wu-Gambinos - Raekwon With Ghost Face Killer, Method Man ....

{And in our of work, we need all the help we can get
Wind is the name, he works for a drug ring in Central America
Who to kill him?
No information, say yes or no
One point five
Alright, you get what you want, money's no
all clean, no serial numbers, untraceable
And are explosive head bullets, in the clip}

{Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo, here the cop man
Yo come here, come here sun
Come here for a
aiyyo hold up hold up
Shit we gotta go to the for more baking soda
Yo yo yo get your fuckin', yo this of glass nig
Get your big Adidas off my moms man
Get the off it man
Yo chill man, pass the crystal man
Niggaz is greedy man,
Big ass
Yo man you ain't smoking none of weed in here man
man}

{Bobby
go to the store man
Sup
Get that baking
Yo, let's cut the pie ways
We came off two mil kid

(Rollie fingers, no doubt through)
La costra
(Johnny Blaze!)
(Lou Diamonds!)
kid
(Tony Starks)
Universal
(Original blood bad boys)}

Who to get you? None, they want guns
I be the first to set off shit, to run
Who roll as one
I my brother son 'cuz he shine like one

it
Scriptures hit the body like off shotties
Like my notty and my nose piece snotty
Fuck a hottie, that whole pussy probably
Burn like the of Mogabi, for real
Ain't fraudulent here, we pioneer
Commandeer a new frontier, be the Wu yeah
Thirty-six chambers of fear, huh, you it
Information leakin' out faucets, hmm
Time to forfeit your crown and the ground
a new sheriff in town holdin' it down

It's the two holster, shit smoker
Wanted dead or alive, on the poster
in the west, a student of my culture
And life is the test, up
Let a nigga catch his breath, we payin' dues
And the last one is death, to the essence
With that you stressin', this Rap profession
Now peep Tical, the son of the
Isle plus my style, pays
The last times and days, Johnny Blaze

This goes for who know
Who will like llello, ley no
coolin' in Barbados
Ricaans be givin' me much shit, the shit
Stay cool Papa, it with enough shit
Back at the lab a, crack's up
Yo niggaz act up, blow up the workers if they have to

Senoritas, fuckin' up a storm buyin' guards
his dick, up in the whip long
Designed for rhyme prime nigga jail time
Them niggaz up in figures bitin' niggaz
Silks wally-wear finger rolled yeah
Jakes black rap millionaires
Rock hairs goose bears blowin' this year
One eight hundred gambino niggaz

Who together as one
I call my brother son 'cuz he like one

Solid gold crown is shinin', solid gold, it sun yo
Solid gold crown be shinin' and blindin' some diamonds
I be pioneerin' the style in the with silver linings
Double breasted, proof vested, well protected
The the rib cage the chest and solar plexus
Castin' stones, crackin' two-hundred and six
And yo' ass get blown to a sea of fire and brimstone
How you approach it with dim pones?

The overfiend like bean green souls with a soldier mean
The exquisite imperial wizard oh is it
The ryzarector come to pay ass a visit
Local bio-chemical, giant, the black general
shots to Davy Crockett on the bicentennial
Happen millennium two thousand two shots of penicillin
Goes up adrenalin son it's time for boutin'
It's a resemblin' niggaz who like followin'
Trapped inside your like a genie inside the bottle

God steppin' forth upon holy down of the
the sound that surrounds and hurts me like I'm under attack
So I decided to bite 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 under
'Cuz I strike, like
Niggaz couldn't my heat, it's unbearable
My wisdom fucks up your
Systems are fractured by the killa

is ragged and thoughts are mad jagged
Enter the entity, my
Is three and sixty degrees of humidity
Represent the school of hard and glocks my
Clan is hoss and got mad for blocks so
Feel the force of from the iron side of
The gat as I attack the
From the blind of the pack, starks pass the chrome
a nigga get blown out his mutherfuckin' dome
Piece, deceased, to rest

Who come to get you? None, they want
I be the first to set off shit, to run
Who roll as one
I my brother son 'cuz he shine like one

Yo, I got to serve them my way, move give me room
Holdin' up your saloon, sweep, like a broom
Full moons make me like a wolf outta breath
Sold only new cords I heard genius on gef
So back, to the lab at, high velocity
My teammate, enhance well like a pharmacy
Fuck Pablos plan growas bravo
Goodfellas we know, best sellas novels

The man rockin' head bands, silk and jams
Early 80's rock, Playboys, mocks, and shams
The beam vocalist does well at symphonies
Bad days, watch me snatch ice outta Tiffany's
Remember kids that came off with 8 million
Robbed the brinks and I in Royal Pavilions
Them heads must have been stupid
Tell me how the fuck black niggaz get caught wit all loot kid?
That's jet money, money
and rings too bad you fucked up dummies

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