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

{Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo, here the cop man
Yo starks come here, here sun
Come here for a
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 Adidas off my table man
Get the off it man
Yo just chill man, the crystal man
Niggaz is man, damn
Big ass
Yo man you ain't smoking none of that weed in man
Chill

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

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

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

it
Scriptures hit the like sawed off shotties
Like my hair notty and my piece snotty
Fuck a nigga hottie, whole pussy probably
like the deserts of Mogabi, for real
Ain't nuttin' fraudulent here, we
Commandeer a new frontier, this be the Wu
Thirty-six chambers of fear, huh, you it
Information out your 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
dead or alive, bounty on the poster
Wild in the west, a student of my
And is the test, hold up
Let a nigga catch his breath, we payin' dues
And the one is death, back to the essence
With that you stressin', this Rap profession
Now Tical, the son of the Shaolin
Isle my style, criminology pays
The last times and days, fuckin' Blaze

goes for niggaz who know
Who grow like llello, ley no
Plus in Barbados
Ricaans be givin' me much shit, the shit
Stay cool Papa, seize it with enough
at the lab a, crack's bagged up
Yo niggaz act up, what up the workers 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
Them niggaz up in height figures bitin'
Silks finger rolled chain yeah
beware black rap millionaires
Rock hairs leather bears blowin' this year
One eight hundred gambino yeah

Who together 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 style in the cloud silver linings
Double breasted, proof vested, well protected
The heart the rib cage the chest and solar
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 ryzarector to pay your ass a visit
Local bio-chemical, giant, the black general
Lickin' to Davy Crockett on the bicentennial
millennium two thousand microchips two shots of penicillin
Goes up your adrenalin son time for boutin'
It's a mileage niggaz who like 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 to bite down on the mic
So the pain of the track won't deny the
That I'm the master, for lurks, is an expert
That hurts the individual who tries to under
'Cuz I strike, thunder
Niggaz couldn't stand my heat, unbearable
My fucks up your respiratorial
Systems are by the killa tactics

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

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

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

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

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