Luyện nghe bài hát Young Godz

Intro: RZA,

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

Verse Shyheim

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

Chorus: RZA, Rae

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

Verse Madman

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

RZA

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

Verse Three:

Yo, yo, this is manslaughter, so you wanna do
Last year, you ran for the border your crew
I flip, stacks, all the, when I rhyme
is my sign, and can't stand swine
When I dine, the weapon
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 broke the barrier
Scarier, than a skirt wrapped around a transvestite
The grammar, hype, check your stacks
Or you'll be rhyming with a broke
Niggaz talk about they rollin deep up in
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 restrictions of the Wu
Rae, you got Killa Sin

Madman, Shyheim the Child
So just your time and handle life as it comes
Motherfuckin Rubbabandz, the young comin through
Cause the nigga gonna know what they gotta do
and provin youknowhatI'msayin? Shaolin forever

Verse Killa Sin

Yo, may all the bullshit cease, increase the war fuck the
Make shit hot like rockin socks at Jones Beach
in the summer, number one gunner run for
Keep em steppin with more Lethal 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 keep your shottie cocked
for actin snotty Hobbes karate chops
Wu-Tang live, forever and a day
you better pray for better ways to get when my Beretta spray
We never play with
The hardcore rhythm em more hell than an exorcism
My terrordome be a poem let it be known
I'm packin and rollin phatter than eleven bones
My crew's sicker than AIDS shit
While get played quick, cause we be making hits through the grave sift
My right man, myself and the Clan
Gun and mic stands reverses help me see my first a hundred
And to my one love power crazy real
for all them carbon copy niggaz lurkin in the rap

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 Shaolin Monks, taking heads with the tongue

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