Luyện nghe bài hát Young Godz

Intro: RZA,

Yo
Older *echoes*
Yo
Rae? What's going on Son?
Whattup
Yeah, I ain't see y'all cats in a long
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 from the
son?
Yo son
Of the young Monks, chickenheads will get done
You the man, you go first son

Verse Shyheim

I'm mobb deep, in Cherokees I forever be
on some thug shit, wild through New York City
Bustin guns jew-els that shine like sun
is where I'm from
And down for years 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
my mouth shut and pack a nickel-plated burner
And squeeze, if I get on my nine millimi
have my enemies, behind trees
Niggaz think they live 'cause they puff a little lye
Pack a bullshit, twenty-five, nah think they'll kill us

Chorus: RZA, Rae

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

Two: Madman

Yo, deep in the ocean of the Atlantic, here comes the killa
I meditate swing with the force of mountains
Brain cells is to be bi-debatable
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, Manchus
who guard jewels and collect, Cash Rules with heavy
I live by and cut veins
bodies into flames
Between my anger, I lock down every
Hillside strangeler, a nigga with a mask Lone Ranger
Rap poetic is injected into the athletic
off of rhymin calisthetics
I'm determined, I raise a army like Hitler Germans
and become the commander, my enemies is catching on camera
seek death, I begin to torture them (calm down kid take your time)
By butterfly stitches, bear witness
as I hang Jehovah's Witnesses

RZA

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

Three: Rubbabandz

Yo, yo, is manslaughter, so what you wanna do
Last year, you ran for the border with crew
I flip, stacks, all the, when I rhyme
Libra is my sign, and can't swine
When I dine, the automatic
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 broke the sound
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 up in here
The only way you roll is if you in a

Raekwon, RZA

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

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

Verse Four: Sin

Yo, may all the bullshit cease, the war fuck the peace
Make shit hot like rockin socks at Jones Beach
in the summer, number one gunner run for
Keep em steppin with more Lethal Weapons than Gloves
I cock back, action packed raps and
niggaz trade mats for prats people react, to RZA sharp
Another day nother body dropped you keep your shottie cocked
for snotty Hobbes catch karate chops
Wu-Tang live, forever and a day
you better pray for ways to get away when my Beretta spray
We never play with
The hardcore give em more hell than an exorcism
My terrordome be a clever let it be known
I'm chrome and rollin phatter than eleven bones
My sicker than that AIDS shit
While others get played quick, cause we be making hits through the sift
My right man, myself and the Clan
Gun and mic stands help me see my first a hundred grand
And to my Physical one love power crazy
for all them carbon niggaz lurkin in the rap deal

RZA

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

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