Luyện nghe bài hát Young Godz

Intro: RZA,

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

Verse Shyheim

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

Chorus: RZA, Rae

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

Two: Madman

Yo, deep in the of the Atlantic, here comes the killa falcon
I then swing with the force of mountains
Brain cells is to be bi-debatable
I think it's hazardous to your ozone layer
A pre-meditated plan so kill the Mayor, my silencer
causes to hush, then I rush, like Manchus
who guard jewels and collect, Cash Rules with jewels
I live by and cut veins
Burning into flames
Between my anger, I lock down chamber
Hillside strangeler, a with a mask like Lone Ranger
Rap poetic is injected into the athletic
Build off of calisthetics
I'm determined, I raise a army like Hitler done
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 hang with Witnesses

RZA

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

Three: Rubbabandz

Yo, yo, this is manslaughter, so you wanna do
year, you ran for the border with your crew
I flip, stacks, all the, when I rhyme
Libra is my sign, and stand swine
I dine, the automatic weapon
Got niggaz steppin, in the direction
My jurisdiction, is off to you clowns
My proposition, meaning you go for round
up and down, I broke the sound barrier
Scarier, a tight skirt wrapped around a transvestite
The grammar, hype, nigga check stacks
Or be rhyming with a broke back
Niggaz about they rollin deep up in here
The way you roll is if you in a wheelchair

Raekwon, RZA

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

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

Four: Killa Sin

Yo, may all the cease, increase the war fuck the peace
Make shit hot like rockin tube socks at Jones
in the summer, number one run for cover
em steppin with more Lethal Weapons than Danny Gloves
I cock back, packed raps and gats
niggaz trade mats for people react, to RZA sharp tracks
Another day nother body dropped you better keep your cocked
for actin snotty catch karate chops
'cause Wu-Tang live, and a day
you better pray for better ways to get when my Beretta spray
We never play commercialism
The rhythm give em more hell than an exorcism
My terrordome be a poem let it be known
I'm chrome and rollin phatter than eleven bones
My crew's sicker than that AIDS
While others get played quick, cause we be hits through the grave sift
My hand man, myself and the Clan
Gun and mic stands reverses help me see my first a grand
And to my Physical one love crazy real
for all them copy niggaz lurkin in the rap deal

RZA

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

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