Luyện nghe bài hát It's Yourz

Machine gun rap for all my niggas in the
packed, linebacker nigga, flash stacks
See through yellow
Rock a fly in the summertime God
marker rap, bleed Benetton
Relaxed, this, comin at you crab ass culprits
Snatch ya ice off, chillin in the back, the lights off
Waves, water blend, rhyme flow in motion
snare, I'm feelin like a snail in the ocean
What's wish? Wanna Kringle like Kris?
Melodic single darts, snap a just like fish
You fucked up, some rich niggas you done
Yo, select the wrong department, and pulled up your dress
Style, that
chain, nigga where ya vest at
Flex'll make me wanna bless
Yo, Saddam niggas
Light the torch, we flamin
Autograph that, flatten all the niggas

(It's Yours!)
The world in the palm of your
(It's Yours!)
Twenty-three million of land
(It's Yours!)
The seed and the black
(It's Yours!)
Double LP from Wu-Tang
(It's Yours!)

Yo, super freak physique, like Raphael
Baby the ganja leaf, everyday of the week
friends wake up, deluxe gourmet beats
The is right, I might find me a suite
It's a quarter full moon, now I ride with my
Well groomed, hall
Packed, full
Lady move, my glide, peep my zoom
in stride, smoke the lye smoke the boom
Feel the fumes, consume tunes
bound, species forty ounce typhoon
The ultra-violet scream machine move your body
The totem pole wobble, Ark God rush
Beams of light, ya breathin, it's huntin season
Honey eye-ballin for no reason
her close, play post, wind and wax floors
Never mind the laws, tonight
[All] Your's

Stop the fader of the RAM, blast watts through my pre-amp
Them can't stress the beat vamp the get blammed
At full throttle, hot lead propels my nozzle
Crack soul like bottles, leave you stiff as models
You fag, you couldn't pull one drag...off my
You couldn't punch way out of a wet paper bag
With in your hands..bitch, the RZA
I stand close to walls, like number four, The
And channel through so-lar panels, blast off like Roman
Rap vandals, stomp your ass like McDaniel
You cocker spaniel dogs, can't fuck with our
Put your lights out and leave brain inside a fog

only natural, actual facts are thrown at you
The impact'll blow trees back and statues
dollar rap crews fold, check the sick shit
Explicit, I crystallize ya til you can sniff it
We live this, hats low conceal the crooked eye
No surprise, verbal stick up, put em
Rebel I, outlaw, split on the draw
Blow the door off this shit bricks of C-4

(It's Yours!)
The in the palm of your hand
(It's Yours!)
Twenty-three million of useful
(It's Yours!)
The seed and the black
(It's Yours!)
Double LP from Wu-Tang
(It's Yours!)

Check out my beaver, blue Glock in the safe
Seen in the garden, gettin ski'd, row eight
We hold a belt Son, that's my
Spot a rapper run him down, him out in the third
Yo it
I like the man behind a register
smokin estates, Divine and Power made me treasurer
With third down, six to go his strobe lights
I'm RZA hit me off lovely and I love him
With root beer thoughts, here's a court
For birthday, the babyface of rap politic with Sade
eagle crooks, rock the "W" and "Spiegel" books
Annheiser Busch kings came through, and your whole jooks
Spitfire Kangols, watch Tony train a of hoes
Painful, hearin the news, like when your man go
Ends blow, windy at times watch the room girl
Love to sit out song, now watch your water break

(It's Yours!)
The world in the palm of your
(It's Yours!)
Twenty-three of useful land
(It's Yours!)
The and the black woman
(It's Yours!)
Double LP Wu-Tang Clan
(It's Yours!)