Luyện nghe bài hát Young Godz

Intro: RZA,

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

One: Shyheim

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

Chorus: RZA, Rae

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

Verse Two:

Yo, deep in the of the Atlantic, here comes the killa falcon
I meditate then with the force of mountains
Brain cells is to be bi-debatable
When I think it's hazardous to your layer
A pre-meditated killer so kill the Mayor, my silencer
causes niggaz to hush, I rush, like Manchus
who guard jewels and collect, Cash Rules with heavy
I by name and cut veins
Burning bodies into
Between my anger, I down every chamber
Hillside strangeler, a nigga with a mask like Ranger
Rap poetic is into the brain athletic
Build off of rhymin
I'm determined, I raise a army like Hitler Germans
and become the Allied commander, my enemies is catching on
They death, I begin to torture them (calm down kid take your time)
By giving stitches, bear witness
as I hang with Witnesses

RZA

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

Verse Three:

Yo, yo, is manslaughter, so what you wanna do
Last year, you ran for the border your crew
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 direction
My jurisdiction, is off grounds to you
My proposition, you go round for round
Straight up and down, I the sound barrier
Scarier, a tight skirt wrapped around a transvestite
The grammar, hype, check your stacks
Or be rhyming with a broke back
Niggaz talk about they rollin deep up in
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 tell y'all
Y'all up under the of the Wu camp
Rae, you got Killa Sin

Madman, Shyheim the Rugged
So just take your and handle life as it comes
Rubbabandz, the young godz comin through
Cause the real nigga know what they gotta do
Showin and provin youknowhatI'msayin? forever

Verse Killa 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 cock back, action raps and gats
trade mats for prats people react, to RZA sharp tracks
Another day nother body you better keep your shottie cocked
for actin snotty Hobbes catch karate
'cause live, forever and a day
you better pray for better ways to get away my Beretta spray
We never play commercialism
The hardcore give em more hell than an exorcism
My terrordome be a clever poem let it be
I'm chrome and rollin phatter than eleven bones
My crew's sicker than that AIDS
While others get quick, cause we be making hits through the grave sift
My right man, myself and the Clan
Gun and mic stands reverses me see my first a hundred grand
And to my Physical one power crazy real
for all them copy niggaz lurkin in the rap deal

RZA

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

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