Luyện nghe bài hát Young Godz

Intro: RZA,

Yo
Older cats
Yo
Whassup Rae? What's on Son?
Whattup
Yeah, I ain't see cats in a long time
it, yo
Y'all better be on shit too
Older cats max with godz who got the guns
KnowhatI'msayin
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 young Shaolin Monks, will get done
You the first man, you go son

One: Shyheim

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

Chorus: RZA, Rae

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

Verse Madman

Yo, deep in the ocean of the Atlantic, comes the killa falcon
I meditate then swing the force of mountains
Brain cells is able to be
When I think it's hazardous to your 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 live by and cut veins
bodies into flames
Between my anger, I lock down chamber
Hillside strangeler, a nigga with a mask like Ranger
Rap poetic is injected into the athletic
Build off of calisthetics
I'm determined, I raise a like Hitler done Germans
and become the Allied commander, my enemies is on camera
They death, I begin to torture them (calm down kid take your time)
By giving stitches, bear witness
as I hang with Jehovah's

RZA

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

Verse 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
is my sign, and can't stand swine
When I dine, the automatic
Got steppin, in the opposite direction
My jurisdiction, is off grounds to you
My proposition, meaning you go for round
up and down, I broke the sound barrier
Scarier, than a skirt wrapped around a transvestite
The grammar, hype, nigga check stacks
Or you'll be rhyming with a back
Niggaz talk about 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 tell y'all
Y'all up under the of the Wu camp
Rae, you got Killa Sin

Madman, Shyheim the Child
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 provin youknowhatI'msayin? forever

Verse Killa Sin

Yo, may all the bullshit cease, increase the war the peace
Make shit hot rockin tube socks at Jones Beach
in the summer, number one gunner run for
Keep em with more Lethal Weapons than Danny Gloves
I cock back, action packed and gats
trade mats for prats people react, to RZA sharp tracks
Another day nother body dropped you better keep your cocked
for actin snotty Hobbes catch karate
'cause Wu-Tang live, and a day
you pray for better 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 poem let it be
I'm packin chrome and rollin phatter than eleven
My crew's sicker that AIDS shit
While others get played quick, cause we be hits through the grave sift
My right hand man, and the Clan
Gun and mic reverses 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 godz yo they got the guns
Out of town Big Willie best to run
Or get by the killa bee stinga from the slum
Come the young Shaolin Monks, taking heads with the

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