Luyện nghe bài hát Young Godz

Intro: RZA,

Yo
cats *echoes*
Yo
Whassup What's going on Son?
dude?
Yeah, I ain't see y'all cats in a long
it, yo
Y'all better be on that too
Older max with young godz who got the guns
son?
Out of Big Willie niggaz best to run
Y'all the little y'all the youth up
Or get stung by the killer bee stinga from the
son?
Yo son
Of the Shaolin Monks, chickenheads will get done
You the man, you go first son

One: Shyheim

I'm mobb deep, in cherry Cherokees I be
on some thug shit, runnin wild New York City
Bustin guns rockin jew-els that like sun
Stapleton is I'm from
And been down for stayed on point like stairs (yeah, word up)
the jealous motherfuckers want to end my career
I never feared, the is hell, but I learned ta
Keep my mouth shut and pack a nickel-plated
And squeeze, if I get front on my millimi
have my enemies, behind trees
Niggaz that think they live they puff a little lye
Pack a bullshit, twenty-five, nah don't they'll kill us

RZA, with Rae

Older cats mack, roll with young godz got the guns
You right that kid
Out of town Big Willie niggaz to run
Now yo y'all just keep moving you know
Or get by the killer bee stinga from the slums
The beat is sounding like Trek
Of the young Shaolin Monks, taking heads, the tongue
So yo, youknowhatI'msayin

Verse Madman

Yo, deep in the ocean of the Atlantic, here comes the falcon
I then swing with the force of mountains
Brain cells is able to be
When I think it's hazardous to ozone layer
A pre-meditated killer plan so the Mayor, my silencer
causes niggaz to hush, then I rush, like
who jewels and collect, Cash Rules with heavy jewels
I by name and cut veins
Burning bodies into
Between my anger, I lock down every
Hillside strangeler, a nigga with a mask like Lone
Rap is injected into the brain athletic
off of rhymin calisthetics
I'm determined, I a army like Hitler done Germans
and become the Allied commander, my is catching on camera
They seek death, I to torture them (calm down kid take your time)
By giving butterfly stitches, witness
as I with Jehovah's Witnesses

RZA

Older cats max with godz that got the guns
Out of town Big Willie niggaz to run
Or get stung, by the killa bee stinga the slums
From the young Shaolin Monks, taking with the tongue

Verse Three:

Yo, yo, is manslaughter, so what you wanna do
Last year, you ran for the border with your
I flip, stacks, all the, time when I
is my sign, and can't stand swine
When I dine, the automatic
Got niggaz steppin, in the opposite
My jurisdiction, is off to you clowns
My proposition, meaning you go for round
up and down, I broke the sound barrier
Scarier, than a tight wrapped around a transvestite
The grammar, hype, nigga check stacks
Or you'll be rhyming a broke back
Niggaz about they rollin deep up in here
The only way you is if you in a wheelchair

Raekwon, RZA

Older...
Yo, y'all calm down man calm down down
Yeah, and yo
Now yo,
I wanna tell
Y'all up the restrictions of the Wu camp
Aiyyo Rae, you got Sin

Madman, Shyheim the Child
So just take time and handle life as it comes
Motherfuckin Rubbabandz, the young comin through
Cause the real nigga know what they gotta do
Showin and youknowhatI'msayin? Shaolin forever

Verse Four: Sin

Yo, may all the bullshit cease, increase the war fuck the
Make shit hot like rockin tube at Jones Beach
in the summer, number one gunner run for
Keep em steppin with more Lethal than Danny Gloves
I back, action packed raps and gats
niggaz trade mats for people react, to RZA sharp tracks
Another day nother dropped you better keep your shottie cocked
for actin snotty catch karate chops
'cause live, forever and a day
you pray for better ways to get away when my Beretta spray
We never with commercialism
The hardcore rhythm give em more than an exorcism
My terrordome be a clever let it be known
I'm chrome and rollin phatter than eleven bones
My crew's sicker than AIDS shit
While others get played quick, cause we be hits through the grave sift
My right man, myself and the Clan
Gun and mic stands reverses help me see my first a hundred
And to my Physical one power crazy real
for all them carbon copy niggaz lurkin in the rap

RZA

Older max, the young godz yo they got the guns
Out of town Big Willie best to run
Or get stung by the killa bee from the slum
Come the Shaolin Monks, taking heads with the tongue

Older max, young godz got the guns
Out of niggaz best to run
Yo, older cats mack, the godz, check it out
Yo, older mack, the young godz, they got the guns
Out of town Big niggaz best to run
Or get stung by the killa bee from the slum
From the young Shaolin Monks, heads with the tongue
From the slum comes the Shaolin Monks, takin heads with the tongue
Older mack, but young godz got the guns
Out of town Big Willie niggaz to run
Or get
Killa bee stinga from the slum, the young
Shaolin Monks heads with the tongue
Older cats max, but young they got the guns
Out of Big Willie niggaz best to run
stop it
Older cats max but young godz got the guns
Out of town Big niggaz best to run
Or get stung by the bee stinga from the slum
From the young Shaolin taking heads with the tongue
Young Monks taking heads with the tongue
cats max but young godz got the guns
Out of town Big Willie niggaz to run
Or get stung...