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 ring in Central America
Who to kill him?
No information, say yes or no
One five million
Alright, you get what you want, no object
all clean, no serial numbers, untraceable
And there are explosive bullets, in the clip}

{Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo, here the cop man
Yo starks come here, come sun
here for a minute
Aiyyo aiyyo up hold up
Shit we gotta go to the store for more baking
Yo yo yo get fuckin', yo this made of glass nig
Get big Adidas off my moms 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 of that weed in here man
man}

{Bobby
go to the store man
Sup
Get that baking
Yo, let's cut the pie ways
We came off two mil kid

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

Who come to get 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 shine one

it
Scriptures hit the body like off shotties
my hair notty and my nose piece snotty
Fuck a nigga hottie, that whole probably
Burn the deserts of Mogabi, for real
nuttin' fraudulent here, we pioneer
Commandeer a new frontier, this be the Wu
chambers of fear, huh, you lost it
Information out your faucets, hmm
Time to your crown and leave the ground
There's a new sheriff in holdin' it down

It's the two holster, shit shot
Wanted or alive, bounty on the poster
Wild in the west, a of my culture
And is the test, hold 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 Tical, the son of the Shaolin
Isle plus my style, pays
The last times and days, fuckin' Blaze

This goes for who know
Who will like llello, ley no
Plus in Barbados
Ricaans be givin' me much shit, the Dutch
Stay cool Papa, it with enough shit
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 long
Designed for prime nigga jail time jiggas
niggaz up in height figures bitin' niggaz
Silks wally-wear finger rolled chain
Jakes black rap millionaires
Rock leather goose bears blowin' this year
One eight hundred gambino yeah

Who together as one
I my brother son 'cuz he shine like one

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

The overfiend like Noah bean souls with a soldier mean
The grand imperial wizard oh is it
The ryzarector to pay your ass a visit
bio-chemical, universal giant, the black general
Lickin' to Davy Crockett on the bicentennial
Happen millennium two thousand microchips two shots of
Goes up your adrenalin son it's time for
It's a mileage resemblin' who like followin'
Trapped inside projects 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 down on the mic
So the of the track won't deny the fact
That I'm the master, for lurks, is an expert
That hurts the individual who tries to visualize
I strike, like thunder
Niggaz couldn't stand my heat, it's
My wisdom fucks up respiratorial
Systems are fractured by the tactics

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

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

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

The man rockin' head bands, scarves and jams
Early 80's British rock, Playboys, mocks, and
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 and I labeled in Royal Pavilions
Them heads must have been stupid
Tell me how the black niggaz get caught wit all that loot kid?
That's jet money, money
Submarines and rings too bad you up dummies

Costa cosa, on