Luyện nghe bài hát Young Godz

Intro: RZA,

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

One: Shyheim

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

Chorus: RZA, Rae

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

Verse Two:

Yo, deep in the ocean of the Atlantic, here the killa falcon
I then swing with the force of mountains
Brain cells is able to be
When I think hazardous to your ozone layer
A pre-meditated plan so kill the Mayor, my silencer
causes niggaz to hush, then I rush, like
who guard jewels and collect, Cash with heavy jewels
I live by and cut veins
Burning bodies into
Between my anger, I down every chamber
Hillside strangeler, a nigga a mask like Lone Ranger
Rap poetic is into the brain athletic
Build off of rhymin
I'm determined, I raise a like Hitler done Germans
and become the Allied commander, my is catching on camera
seek death, I begin to torture them (calm down kid take your time)
By giving butterfly stitches, bear
as I hang with Jehovah's

RZA

Older cats max with 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, this is manslaughter, so what you 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 grounds to you
My proposition, you go round for round
up and down, I broke the sound barrier
Scarier, than a tight skirt wrapped a transvestite
The grammar, hype, nigga check your
Or you'll be rhyming with a broke
Niggaz talk about they rollin deep up in
The only way you roll is if you in a

Raekwon, RZA

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

Madman, Shyheim the Child
So take your time and handle life as it comes
Rubbabandz, the young godz comin through
Cause the real nigga know 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 tube socks at Jones
in the summer, number one run for cover
Keep em steppin with Lethal Weapons than Danny Gloves
I back, action packed raps and gats
niggaz mats for prats people react, to RZA sharp tracks
Another day nother body dropped you better keep shottie cocked
for actin snotty Hobbes karate chops
'cause Wu-Tang live, and a day
you better pray for better ways to get away my Beretta spray
We never play commercialism
The hardcore rhythm give em 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 through the grave 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 copy niggaz lurkin in the rap

RZA

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

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