Luyện nghe bài hát Friction

Is you ready? Back by popular
specialist tactics
Wu-Tang Clan, no or practice
Niggaz ain't ready for this, niggaz ain't for this
Niggaz ain't ready for

Chrome dips beamin' off July sun
Trees are fade, with the side burn shades
Cotton status, clientel, SL, heavy jewel
Niggaz jail, niggaz screw well

Swingin' like Smokey on the beat
walker hold me, closely as I mosey on the low key
If you don't by now, you'll never know me
You know me, I swing it to the young ins and the

Witnessed by notary public, certified rough
Does it good, how was it?
Gritty like the subway
My protocol like graffiti on the project walls

On the AWOL, alias Jamal
Roam through the universe, of roamin' it all
In the meantime, in between time, we
Dangerous minds travel on uphill climb

If you want some, get some, is it, son, this one
Make 'em feel the
Guaranteed hit, son, miss
one, you better bring your big gun

Some niggaz I'd not spar minds with
They can't simulate my or fuck with
Creative testosterone, calms
The hormone quakage
like estrogen, we makin', all of the above

Supremely I my shit, when I run, I hesitate to stomp the come
Bring water the brain, nigga
They tried to me back, but still I came
Tera form mind frame contains elements of iron which began

Healin' men life, just brought me forth to bust mine
This time I spare no one, poison sword technique
Breathe the earth, take the head of and feed 'em to the universe
Blessed with volts of electric, threatnin' segments, it's hectic

If you some, get some, this is it, son, this one
Make 'em the friction
Guaranteed hit, son, none
one, you better bring your big gun

Poetry in motion, to west coastin'
Overseas blowin' with lines tightly
Still goin' full speed, g's
Tryin' to eat 'til my gets too full to feed

I excel, cast spells similar to
Mic surgeon, hang like Dr. J.
Splurg inner city like version
with the fast lane, stained with the urban

Word in the street, his work was teeth
Synthetically weak, the fans start beef
Any comeback attempts only be in repeats
They soon fall off, be mentally beyond reach

My technique's leaves a permanent crease
Plant my 2 feet, shootin' with the quick
Never cease fire a street called Desire
The sire, disturbin' the with c-ciphers

Who dare comes amongst and tries to it
The secret of the art, then leak it
Snakes, leeches surround the
I link the diversion shot, then slip the swiftness

The weaver raindrop, the eye confused
Understandin' blurred, cloudy electrical storms
From the Masta, classical bang slang

The deaf rises like the blind and dumb
Lickin' at the microphone, Iron Lung
We the to set off shit, last to run
Who some, come and get some, motherfucker

If you some, get some, this is it, son, this one
'em feel the friction
Guaranteed hit, son, none
Flip one, you better bring big guns