Luyện nghe bài hát Young Godz

Intro: RZA,

Yo
Older cats
Yo
Whassup Rae? What's on Son?
Whattup
Yeah, I see y'all cats in a long time
it, yo
Y'all better be on that too
Older cats max with young who got the guns
son?
Out of town Big niggaz best to run
Y'all the little y'all the youth up
Or get stung by the killer bee stinga the slums
KnowhatI'msayin
Yo son
Of the young Monks, chickenheads will get done
You the first man, you go son

Verse Shyheim

I'm mobb deep, in cherry Cherokees I be
on thug shit, runnin wild through New York City
Bustin rockin jew-els that shine like sun
Stapleton is I'm from
And been down for stayed on point like stairs (yeah, word up)
'cause the jealous motherfuckers want to end my
I feared, the ghetto is hell, but I learned ta
Keep my mouth shut and a nickel-plated burner
And squeeze, if I get front on my nine
have my enemies, behind trees
Niggaz that think they live 'cause they puff a lye
Pack a bullshit, twenty-five, nah think they'll kill us

Chorus: RZA, Rae

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

Verse Madman

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

RZA

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

Three: Rubbabandz

Yo, yo, this is manslaughter, so what you do
Last year, you ran for the with your crew
I flip, stacks, all the, time when I
Libra is my sign, and can't swine
When I dine, the weapon
Got steppin, in the opposite direction
My jurisdiction, is off to you clowns
My proposition, meaning you go for round
Straight up and down, I the sound barrier
Scarier, than a skirt wrapped around a transvestite
The grammar, hype, nigga your stacks
Or be rhyming with a broke back
Niggaz talk about they deep up in here
The only way you roll is if you in a

Raekwon, RZA

Older...
Yo, calm down man calm down calm down
Yeah, and yo
Now yo,
I wanna y'all
up under 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 godz comin through
Cause the real nigga know what they gotta do
Showin and provin youknowhatI'msayin? Shaolin

Verse Killa Sin

Yo, may all the bullshit cease, increase the war fuck the
Make hot like rockin tube socks at Jones Beach
in the summer, number one run for cover
Keep em steppin with more Weapons than Danny Gloves
I cock back, action raps and gats
niggaz trade mats for prats people react, to RZA sharp
Another day nother dropped you better keep your shottie cocked
for actin Hobbes catch karate chops
'cause Wu-Tang live, and a day
you better pray for ways to get away when my Beretta spray
We play with commercialism
The hardcore rhythm give em more than an exorcism
My terrordome be a clever poem let it be
I'm packin chrome and phatter than eleven bones
My crew's sicker that AIDS shit
While others get played quick, we be making hits through the grave sift
My right man, myself and the Clan
Gun and mic stands reverses help me see my first a grand
And to my one love power crazy real
for all carbon copy niggaz lurkin in the rap deal

RZA

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

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