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
Tony Wind is the name, he works for a ring in Central America
Who wants to him?
No information, say yes or no
One point five
Alright, you get what you want, money's no
They're all clean, no numbers, untraceable
And are explosive head bullets, in the clip}

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

{Bobby
Somebody go to the man
Sup
Get that soda
Yo, cut the pie five ways
We off with two mil kid

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

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

it
Scriptures hit the body like off shotties
Like my hair notty and my nose piece
a nigga hottie, that whole pussy probably
Burn like the of Mogabi, for real
Ain't nuttin' here, we pioneer
Commandeer a new frontier, this be the Wu
Thirty-six of fear, huh, you lost it
leakin' out your faucets, hmm
Time to your crown and leave the ground
a new sheriff in town holdin' 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 catch his breath, we still payin' dues
And the last one is death, back to the
With that shit you stressin', this Rap
Now peep Tical, the son of the
Isle plus my style, criminology
The last times and days, Johnny fuckin'

This for niggaz who know
Who will grow llello, ley no
Plus in Barbados
be givin' me much shit, the Dutch shit
Stay Papa, seize it with enough shit
Back at the lab a, crack's up
Yo niggaz act up, what up the workers if they have to

Senoritas, fuckin' up a storm buyin' margaritas
Suckin' his dick, up in the whip
Designed for rhyme prime nigga time jiggas
Them niggaz up in height figures niggaz
wally-wear finger rolled chain yeah
Jakes beware black rap
Rock hairs goose bears blowin' this year
One eight hundred gambino yeah

Who roll as one
I call my son 'cuz he shine like one

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

The overfiend like Noah bean green souls a soldier mean
The grand exquisite imperial oh is it
The come to pay your ass a visit
Local bio-chemical, universal giant, the black
Lickin' shots to Davy Crockett on the
Happen millennium two thousand microchips two of penicillin
Goes up your adrenalin son it's time for
It's a mileage resemblin' niggaz who followin'
inside your projects like a genie inside the bottle

God steppin' upon holy down of the track
It's the sound that surrounds and hurts me I'm under attack
So I decided to bite on the mic
So the pain of the won't deny the fact
That I'm the master, for lurks, is an expert
That hurts the individual who tries to visualize
'Cuz I strike, thunder
Niggaz stand my heat, it's unbearable
My fucks up your respiratorial
are fractured by the killa tactics

Style is ragged and are mad jagged
the entity, my vicinity
Is three hundred and sixty degrees of
Represent the school of knocks and glocks my
Clan is hoss and got mad moss for so
the force of impact 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 to get you? None, they want guns
I be the to set off shit, last to run
Who together as one
I call my brother son 'cuz he like one

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

The man rockin' bands, silk scarves and jams
Early 80's British rock, Playboys, mocks, and
The laser beam vocalist does at symphonies
Bad days, watch me snatch ice right outta
Remember them kids came off with 8 million
Robbed the brinks and I labeled in Pavilions
Them flower heads must have stupid
Tell me how the fuck black niggaz get caught wit all loot kid?
jet money, undaground money
Submarines and too bad you fucked up dummies

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