Luyện nghe bài hát Gravel Pit

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

Paulissa Morgan]
Check out my pit
A mystery
Wu-Tang is the CD that I with
Don't go against the if you can't handle it

Ha, holla from the land of the lost
Behold the pale horse, off (off course)
Follow me, gotta be
The best thing since stocks in Wallabees [ZZZH]
killers bees black watch (black watch)
On your radio, out yo' watts [ZZZH]
From Park Hill, the on haunted hill
Every you walk by your back get a chill [BLBLBH!]
peel, who want to talk rap skills
I spit like a to the grill (BOOM!)
grease, and elbow room
Baby play me, baby fall down, go (BOOM!)
Party people round, count down to apocalypse (3, 2, 1...)

I'm the kid with the golden

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

[Meth hook]
Back, and forth and forth
Back, back and and forth
Back, back and forth and
As we go...
Back, back and forth and
Back, back and forth and
Back, back and forth and
As we go...

E with the English, styles extremist
Bald beamers run wild
It's the kid the gold cup
Stepped out what
What's poppin, and niggas dobo
shae shae, chocolate shortae
Rich color mocks, rock all day
shit I'm Goldie
That's right motherfucker hold me
The world's greatest, Las Vegas, paid as
Skin painted on my face look
Perfect combos, bang out condos
Jeff from Hamo, ex three
Bancos, stank hoes in plain
Change those, those, same old, same old

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

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

over hook to end]