Luyện nghe bài hát Friction

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

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

like Smokey on the slow beat
Shiny walker hold me, as I mosey on the low key
If you don't know by now, never know me
You know me, I it to the young ins and the OG's

by notary public, certified rough shit
Does it good, how was it?
like the subway tracks
My protocol permanate like graffiti on the project

On the AWOL, alias Duval
Roam through the universe, plans of it all
In the meantime, in time, we shine
Dangerous minds travel on uphill climb

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

Some niggaz I'd rather not spar with
They can't my thoughts or fuck with
Creative testosterone, mic-phone
The menopausable hormone
Trapped estrogen, we makin', all of the above

Supremely I my shit, when I run, I hesitate to stomp the come
Bring water from the brain,
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, sword seed technique
Breathe the earth, the head of those and feed 'em to the universe
Blessed with volts of electric, life segments, it's hectic

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

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

I excel, spells similar to Merlin
Mic surgeon, like Dr. J. Erving
Splurg inner city like uncensored
with the fast lane, stained with the urban

Word in the street, his was dirt teeth
Synthetically weak, make the start beef
Any comeback attempts would be in repeats
soon fall off, be mentally lost beyond reach

My technique's heat leaves a crease
Plant my 2 feet, shootin' with the quick
Never fire from a street called Desire
The sire, disturbin' the peace with

Who comes amongst and tries to peep it
The secret of the deadly art, leak it
Snakes, surround the righteous
I link the shot, then slip with the swiftness

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

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

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