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 for a drug ring in Central America
Who wants to kill
No information, say yes or no
One five million
Alright, you get what you want, money's no
They're all clean, no numbers, untraceable
And there are explosive head bullets, in the

{Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo, here the cop man
Yo starks here, come here sun
Come for a minute
Aiyyo aiyyo up hold up
Shit we gotta go to the store for baking soda
Yo yo yo get your fuckin', yo made of glass nig
Get your big 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 smoking none of that weed in man
man}

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

(Rollie fingers, no coming 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 like sawed off shotties
Like my hair and my nose piece snotty
Fuck a nigga hottie, that whole pussy
Burn the deserts of Mogabi, for real
Ain't nuttin' fraudulent here, we
a new frontier, this be the Wu yeah
Thirty-six chambers of fear, huh, you it
leakin' out your faucets, hmm
Time to forfeit your crown and leave the
There's a new sheriff in town holdin' it

the two holster, shit 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 breath, we still dues
And the last one is death, back to the
that shit you stressin', this Rap profession
Now peep Tical, the son of the
Isle plus my style, criminology
The last times and days, Johnny fuckin'

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

Senoritas, fuckin' up a storm buyin' margaritas
his dick, up in the whip long
Designed for rhyme prime nigga time jiggas
Them niggaz up in height bitin' niggaz
Silks wally-wear finger chain yeah
beware black rap millionaires
Rock hairs leather bears blowin' this year
One eight gambino niggaz yeah

Who together as one
I call my brother son he shine like one

gold crown is shinin', solid gold, check it sun yo
Solid gold be shinin' and blindin' like 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, two-hundred and six bones
And watch yo' ass get blown to a sea of fire and
How you approach it with dim pones?

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

God forth upon holy down 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 pain of the track deny the fact
That I'm the master, for lurks, is an expert
That hurts the individual who tries to under
I strike, like thunder
Niggaz couldn't my heat, it's unbearable
My wisdom fucks up your
Systems are fractured by the killa

Style is and thoughts are mad jagged
the entity, my vicinity
Is three hundred and degrees of humidity
Represent the school of hard knocks and my
is hoss and got mad moss for blocks so
Feel the force of impact from the iron of
The gat as I the track
From the blind of the pack, starks pass the chrome
a nigga get blown out his mutherfuckin' dome
Piece, deceased, laid to

Who come to get you? None, they guns
I be the to set off shit, last to run
Who together as one
I call my brother son he shine like one

Yo, aiyyo I got to serve them my way, move give me
Holdin' up your saloon, clean sweep, like a
Full make me howl 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 Horado Pablos growas bravo
Goodfellas we know, sellas become novels

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

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