Luyện nghe bài hát Young Godz

Intro: RZA,

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

Verse One:

I'm mobb deep, in cherry I forever be
on some thug shit, runnin through New York City
Bustin guns rockin jew-els that like sun
Stapleton is where I'm
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 shut and pack a nickel-plated burner
And squeeze, if I get on my nine millimi
will have my enemies, behind
Niggaz that they live 'cause 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 that got the
You right about kid
Out of town Big niggaz best to run
Now yo y'all just keep everything you know
Or get stung by the killer bee stinga from the
The beat is sounding like Star
Of the Shaolin Monks, taking heads, with the tongue
So yo, Son?

Verse Two:

Yo, deep in the ocean of the Atlantic, here comes the falcon
I then swing with the force of mountains
Brain is able to be bi-debatable
When I think it's hazardous to your layer
A pre-meditated plan so kill the Mayor, my silencer
causes to hush, then I rush, like Manchus
who jewels and collect, Cash Rules with heavy jewels
I live by name and cut
Burning bodies flames
Between my anger, I down every chamber
Hillside strangeler, a nigga with a mask Lone Ranger
Rap poetic is injected the brain athletic
Build off of rhymin
I'm determined, I raise a army Hitler done 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 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 killa bee stinga from the
From the young Shaolin Monks, taking heads the tongue

Verse Three:

Yo, yo, this is manslaughter, so you wanna do
year, you ran for the border with your crew
I flip, stacks, all the, time I rhyme
is my sign, and can't stand swine
When I dine, the automatic
Got steppin, in the opposite direction
My jurisdiction, is off to you clowns
My proposition, you go round for round
Straight up and down, I the sound barrier
Scarier, than a tight skirt wrapped around a
The grammar, hype, check your stacks
Or be rhyming with a broke back
Niggaz talk they rollin deep up in here
The way you roll is if you in a wheelchair

Raekwon, RZA

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

Madman, Shyheim the Child
So just take your time and 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

Verse Four: Sin

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

RZA

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

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