Luyện nghe bài hát It's Yourz

Machine gun rap for all my in the back
Stadium packed, nigga, flash stacks
See yellow lines
Rock a fly in the summertime God
Magic marker rap, Benetton
Relaxed, wrote this, comin at you crab ass
Snatch ya ice off, chillin in the back, throw the off
Waves, water blend, flow in slow motion
Thick snare, I'm like a snail in the ocean
What's your wish? Wanna Kringle like
Melodic single darts, snap a nigga like fish
You fucked up, some rich you done test
Yo, select the department, and niggas pulled up your dress
Style, molest
Canal chain, nigga ya vest at
Flex'll me wanna bless that
Yo, Saddam Hussain
Light the torch, we flamin
Autograph that, flatten all the niggas

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

Yo, super freak physique, like Raphael
Baby love the ganja leaf, everyday of the
Super wake up, deluxe gourmet beats
The night is right, I find me a suite
It's a full moon, now I ride with my swoon
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
Hell bound, forty ounce typhoon
The ultra-violet scream machine your body touch
The totem wobble, Ark builders God rush
of light, stop ya breathin, it's huntin season
Honey down for no reason
Grab her close, play post, and wax floors
Never mind the laws, tonight
[All] It's

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

It's natural, actual facts are thrown at you
The blow trees back and crack statues
Million dollar rap crews fold, check the shit
Explicit, I crystallize ya rhyme til you can it
We live this, fitted hats low conceal the eye
No surprise, stick up, put em high
Rebel I, outlaw, split second on the
the door off this shit like bricks of C-4

(It's Yours!)
The world in the of your hand
(It's Yours!)
million of useful land
(It's Yours!)
The seed and the woman
(It's Yours!)
Double LP from Clan
(It's Yours!)

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

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