Luyện nghe bài hát Young Godz

Intro: RZA,

Yo
Older *echoes*
Yo
Whassup Rae? going on Son?
dude?
Yeah, I ain't see y'all in a long time
it, yo
Y'all better be on shit 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 Shaolin Monks, chickenheads will get done
You the man, you go first son

One: Shyheim

I'm deep, in cherry Cherokees I forever be
on thug shit, runnin wild through New York City
Bustin guns jew-els that shine like sun
Stapleton is where I'm
And been down for years stayed on point like (yeah, word up)
'cause the motherfuckers want to end my career
I never feared, the ghetto is hell, but I ta
Keep my shut and pack 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 a little lye
Pack a bullshit, twenty-five, nah don't they'll kill us

RZA, with Rae

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

Two: Madman

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

RZA

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

Verse Three:

Yo, yo, is manslaughter, so what you wanna do
Last year, you ran for the border with crew
I flip, stacks, all the, time when I
is my sign, and can't stand swine
When I dine, the weapon
Got niggaz steppin, in the opposite
My jurisdiction, is off to you clowns
My proposition, meaning you go round for
Straight up and down, I broke the sound
Scarier, than a tight skirt around a transvestite
The grammar, hype, nigga your stacks
Or you'll be 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 wanna y'all
Y'all up under the of the Wu camp
Aiyyo Rae, you got Sin

Madman, the Rugged Child
So just take your and handle life as it comes
Rubbabandz, the young godz comin through
Cause the real nigga gonna what they gotta do
and provin youknowhatI'msayin? Shaolin forever

Verse Four: Sin

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

RZA

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

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