Luyện nghe bài hát Cobra Clutch

Yo, bitch
Aiyyo,
Aiyyo, it

we dash log this bloody version of Glaciers
Slang shot a gem in his mouth, swallowed his razor
Say no more, my fat parked against the wall
Trooper square holding, face don't give a about the law

Take off the bracelets, get blinded by the ice Boo
It's not cool, slept, plus the decimal
at my temple logo look familiar? It's power
Yo, fine snitch knocks an inch off Eddie Bauer

Gucci sneaker rockin' just another of Chessboxin'
No cock-blockin', supreme clientele I'm droppin'
Kangol slanted, ran with it, hippie hung-out
Club never empty-handed when I brand it

Mark callin' Austin, Mark callin' Austin in Boston
Both of them dead, cop in the and
Big chain swingin' nigga, Matchbox car
Street whylin', with the four-finger glidin'

Watch him, scorchin' with spells and top
Amoxins 'til the skyrocket, Bobby Mocassin
Switched from Pert Plus, escrow on the side throw in sun
Ghost'll keep shinin' the sun bust

Yo up, born-to-be right behind the curtain
With her nose out, center get the Rover out
Feather head heathens, on mic dicks
When thy said, "Let the die for your bread nigga"

Yo, promoters don't us in clubs
Because we out
Who is righteous motherfuckers
With they flags

Projects, recognize you're lookin' at
Allah's best, puttin' on the hits is no
Now, who the hypest in New York
(Wu-Tang)
Radio shittin' on me

I got men out in the street
Now if they all get bitch I starve
Is it?
(Is what you're tryin' to tell me?)

Aiyyo, the money, one man behind the plate
it down honey-shallah rock the half man Gumby
Twisted, the of the floods, niggaz spell drama
One oh point six lama

Cosmetic classical, slum is shield, Milagro Bean
Watch me inhale of you, new attributes
Teletronics, DBX, one X
Compression with the A and sharp

Extract bass in the gooey dew drips
suckle with jasmine bits
Five rap battin' average
One taste the bowl and up magic

Houdini escapes from the fermenting halls of tragic
to the First of April's
Deep in the rap erasial
head bredderns catch facials

Side orders, one telephone for out
Stomp your man half to death, rob him we break it
Get off on the exit, knees dirty, chick now
With low leverage, it how she lick the head of me

'Cause it's law order today, we pay
New tomorrow's, Rubik's money in a tube
Deck the Halls, salary dice
in [incomprehensible] hall

Hey y'all, Pattie's
Slum my Peter Paul,
laid the track when it's sag with one banger
Interlude loop caused me to up

Ticklish, Crunch niggaz
At the flicks off
in the rain and can't find they whips
Suckers,

Yo, promoters don't want us in clubs we spaz out
Who is righteous motherfuckers with they flags out?
Projects, recognize you're lookin' at
Allah's best, on the hits is no contest

Now, who the in New York City?
(Wu-Tang)
Radio stop on me