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

{And in our line of work, we all the help we can get
Tony Wind is the name, he works for a drug ring in Central
Who wants to kill
No information, say yes or no
One point million
Alright, you get what you want, money's no
They're all clean, no serial numbers,
And there are head bullets, in the clip}

{Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo, come the cop man
Yo come here, come here sun
Come for a minute
Aiyyo aiyyo up hold up
Shit we gotta go to the store for more baking
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
is greedy man, damn
Big ass
Yo man you smoking none of that weed in here man
man}

{Bobby
Somebody go to the man
Sup
Get baking soda
Yo, let's cut the pie ways
We off with two mil kid

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

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

it
Scriptures hit the body sawed off shotties
Like my hair notty and my piece snotty
Fuck a nigga hottie, that whole pussy
Burn like the deserts of Mogabi, for
Ain't nuttin' here, we pioneer
a new frontier, this 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
There's a new sheriff in town holdin' it

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

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

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

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

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

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

God forth upon holy down of the track
It's the sound that and hurts me like 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 the individual who tries to visualize under
I strike, like thunder
Niggaz stand my heat, it's unbearable
My wisdom fucks up your
Systems are by the killa tactics

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

Who come to get None, they want guns
I be the first to set off shit, 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
up your saloon, clean sweep, like a broom
Full moons make me howl like a wolf outta
Sold new vocal cords I heard genius on gef
So back, to the lab at, high velocity
My teammate, enhance cells well like a
Fuck Horado Pablos plan growas
we know, best sellas become novels

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

cosa, come on