Luyện nghe bài hát Wu - Wear: The Garment Renaissance

Intro: man

Ain't what you want
It's what you need
what you want baby
It's what you

one: rza

Yo diamond crystal rings sharp icicles
plated pistols, official wu-wear covers my physical
Insulated thermal others drain they co four butt solos
photo type static great motivated soldier
Or wu say boulder head
You can detect the true and God from the scorer
your sword straight, maintain your weight
But he ate too monosodiumglutumate, and polysorbate
And rate concentrate, with sodium benzoate
By the chicken and tryglycerides
And this advertised her breast size
Eighty-five didn't realize, til the truth up his eyes
Then he became civilized
And spent time amongst the wise, went a garment renaissance
And stopped wearing
Tommy hill, ellis, nautica, or liz claiborne
Ocean pacific, fila, bill blass and leave
Quit the armani with the gucci wool knitted
Now all he buys, kani's, colours, shabazz brothers
Mecca, pell, 88, north q, bear and a few others
For the new year, strictly

Chorus: man

Ain't what you baby
It's what you need
Ain't you waaaaaant

Verse cappadonna

Pele egg-head the top
One man the london fog casual hog
Biere denim with the cash wu nike and king
Everyday, dlo jacket he with the drawstring
Fila supply big started haveta brown skin derby
Master hil advil
Double woolridge, red dickie turtleneck
Mockneck, eighteen carat my twenty-two shine
In this like or bloomingdale's
The century 21 son, the new portfolio
Now my time, asian wu-wear, cap and fleece wear
One wear plaids the don will hold the for all wear
Plus blue wear, wu-wear, going on
We're the best of this year, and fleece wear

three: method man

Ain't you want baby
what you need baby
Just see me
Satisfaction baby
Just hold own baby
And just on baby
I got this on my mind
Feelin fine
Now all you see
what you need baby
I wanna know how low
It
nasty asses, straight shots in dirty glasses
Wu-wear fleece for you and stinkin piece
Hard and killer tactics

Just your own baby
Now just on baby
I got this on my mind
fine darlin
Now all you see
what you need baby
I know just how low
It go

hold your own baby
Now just rock on
I got this wine on my
Feelin fine
Now all you see
Ain't what you baby
I know, how low, it go