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
Wind is the name, he works for a drug ring in Central America
Who wants to kill
No information, say yes or no
One point five
Alright, you get you want, money's no object
They're all clean, no serial numbers,
And there are head bullets, in the clip}

{Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo, here the cop man
Yo starks come here, here sun
Come 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 of glass nig
Get big Adidas off my moms table man
Get the off it man
Yo just 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
Somebody go to the man
Sup
Get that soda
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 claat bad boys)}

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

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

the two holster, shit shot smoker
Wanted or alive, bounty on the poster
in the west, a student of my culture
And life is the test, up
Let a catch his breath, we still 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
plus my style, criminology pays
The last times and days, Johnny fuckin'

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

Senoritas, fuckin' up a storm guards margaritas
Suckin' his dick, up in the whip
Designed for rhyme prime jail time jiggas
niggaz up in height figures bitin' niggaz
Silks finger rolled chain yeah
Jakes beware black rap
Rock hairs leather goose bears blowin' this
One eight gambino niggaz yeah

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

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

The overfiend like Noah bean green souls with a mean
The grand imperial wizard 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 microchips two shots of penicillin
Goes up your adrenalin son it's time for
It's a mileage resemblin' who like followin'
Trapped your projects like a genie inside the bottle

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

Style is ragged and are mad jagged
Enter the entity, my
Is hundred 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 impact from the side of
The gat as I the track
From the side of the pack, starks pass the chrome
Watch a get blown out his mutherfuckin' dome
Piece, deceased, laid to

Who come to get you? None, 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
Holdin' up your saloon, sweep, like a broom
Full moons me howl like a wolf outta breath
Sold only new vocal cords I heard on gef
So back, to the lab at, high velocity
My teammate, enhance cells well a pharmacy
Fuck Horado plan growas bravo
Goodfellas we know, best become novels

The man rockin' head bands, silk scarves and
80's British 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 labeled in Royal
Them heads must have been stupid
Tell me how the black niggaz get caught wit all that loot kid?
jet money, undaground money
Submarines and too bad you fucked up dummies

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