Luyện nghe bài hát Gravel Pit

1,2, 1,2, yo this out, it's the jump off right now
I want everybody, to put your work down, put guns down
And to the pit, the gravel pit
Leave problems at home, leave your children at home
We gon' take it back underground, I be Bobby
Wu-Tang on yo' mind one time
It's the jump off, so jump off my nigga...

[HOOK: Paulissa
out my gravel pit
A unraveling
Wu-Tang is the CD that I travel
Don't go against the grain if you can't it

Ha, holla cross the land of the lost
Behold the pale horse, off (off course)
me, Wu-Tang gotta be
The best thing since stocks in Clark [ZZZH]
African killers bees black (black watch)
On your radio, out yo' watts [ZZZH]
From Park Hill, the house on haunted
Every time you walk by your get a chill [BLBLBH!]
Let's peel, who want to talk rap
I like a semi-automatic to the grill (BOOM!)
grease, and elbow room
Baby me, baby fall down, go boom (BOOM!)
Party people gather round, count down to (3, 2, 1...)

I'm the kid with the arms

And I'm the hott nikks (AAAAH!) pass the blunt
My nigga don't
You had it for a minute but it seem a month [COUGH]
Now I'm chokin, smokin,
I don't croakin, overdosin...
Hey kid, (walk as a I...)
Wu and Meth got you open (open), ride
Can't stand niggas floss too much
Can't stand Bentleys they cost too
Kid get up then kid get touched
Kid wanna stick up kid get stuck
I'm the one that your bluff
When boy tried to act tough...
Remember what Old Dirty said, I'll yo' ass up!
Now

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Back, and forth and forth
Back, back and and forth
Back, and forth and forth
As we go...
Back, back and and forth
Back, back and and forth
Back, back and and forth
As we go...

E with the English, styles extremist
head beamers run wild
It's the kid with the cup
Stepped out like
What's poppin, and y'all dobo
Blastin shae, chocolate shortae
Rich color mocks, those all day
1960 shit I'm
That's motherfucker don't hold me
The world's greatest, Las Vegas, as rock
Skin painted on my look ageless
Perfect combos, Ghost out condos
Jeff from Hamo, ex bangos
Bancos, stank hoes in plain
Change those, those, same old, same old

Yeah y'all, straight up the jump off right here
The gravel pit, word up represent, rock the
All my rich gangsta style, killers, y'all know what it is
Shorty do your thing, get up on that shit now boo, do you
That's what I'm 'bout

Yo, step to my groove, like this
When we shoot the gift of course it's
Grab the mic no excuses
In a sec, the techs and loot this
Executin, shakin all sets, and I'm breakin all
I'm all bets, move all best, who want the dram' next
You all stank, we got the bigger
Bigger to fill your tank
Still the same kill you for real, while you
Slide, do or die, fry to
the greats, on fire wit a heart of hate
Bitter shark, every I take, heavy darts that quake
It's okay, all fakes, get by the dropkicks
You know the thrill, yes Park Hill
Yo we hit 'em the hot grits...
On the go, check the flow, sayin Wu don't shit...
quick, hold the gossip, stop sweatin my pockets
I the hot shit

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