Luyện nghe bài hát Wu-wear: The Garment Renaissance

Intro: Man

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

Verse RZA

Yo diamond crystal rings sharp like
nickel plated pistols, official covers my physical
Insulated thermal while others drain they co butt solos
Photographic photo type static great motivated
Or Wu say head flower
You can detect the true and living God from the
Keep sword straight, maintain your weight
But he ate too monosodiumglutumate, and polysorbate
And drug rate concentrate, sodium benzoate
By the chicken and tryglycerides
And this bitch advertised her breast
Eighty-five didn't realize, til the truth up his eyes
Then he highly civilized
and spent time amongst the wise, went through a garment
and stopped wearing
Tommy Hill, Perry Ellis, Nautica, or Liz
Ocean Pacific, Fila, Bill and leave fitted
Quit the Armani sweaters the Gucci wool knitted
Now all he buys, Kani's, Cross Colours, Shabazz
Mecca, Pelly Pell, 88, North Q, and a few others
For the new year, strictly

Method Man

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

Verse Cappadonna

egg-head the top dresser
One man catalog the London Fog hog
Biere with the Cash Wu Nike and Kangol king
Everyday, DLO jacket he gripped the drawstring
Fila supply big daddy started haveta skin derby
Tommy Hil Advil
Double button Woolridge, red turtleneck
Mockneck, carat holdin my twenty-two shine
In this Macy's or Bloomingdale's
The Century 21 son, the new portfolio
Now it's my time, Asian Wu-Wear, Cap and wear
One plaids the Don will hold the best for all wear
plus blue wear, Wu-Wear, what's on
We're the best of this year, and fleece wear

Three: Method Man

Ain't you want baby
It's what you baby
Just see me
satisfaction baby
hold your own baby
and rock on baby
I got this wine on my
feelin darlin
Now all you see
ain't you need baby
I wanna know how low
it
Official nasty asses, straight shots in dirty
Wu-Wear fleece for you and stinkin piece
time and killer tactics

Just your own baby
Now just rock on
I got this wine on my
fine darlin
Now all you see
Ain't what you need
I wanna just how low
it go

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