Luyện nghe bài hát Kiss The Ring

[**feat. Inspectah & Masta Killa:]
[Intro: w/ various others in background (Inspectah Deck)~]
Suga, come here, aiyo man, ya man
He better bring fucking money here tomorrow, man
You, walk up in the joint me, man
It's all real, yo, what up
Yo, hold the bottle, it's night, nigga!
It's night! *bottles popping*
Yeah, mad bottles! Playboy! We out of here, man
(Step inside, kiss the ring --- so salute, and toast to the best who it)
it up for the Wu-Tang Clan!}
[Chorus (2x): Deck~]
When I step inside, the ring, Wu Familia
La Nostra, it's our thing
So salute, and to the best who done it
rap shit, I spit, for the vets who love it

By the time you read this
Your gon' fly off your shoulder for lying
And be in bed like holders
Blood from a on your spread, you tried to play me now
I'm up, dough on your head, you just a baby
See me in the flick as a Rick, I had to with me
All these niggas stay in the 90's, getting
Rick robe on with rings, walking to the throne
Fronting like I know I'm the king, I live though
Buying up, China's Beemers, taking it to in Medina
Only just to you and leave ya
These young boys is crafted aim, I bought 'em all
Fly ranches, cuz they all beside me with flames
Regardless, yo, to the classic, you gon' witness some of the tactics
died, live in the action
A live when he walk, if he died, then we slide
Ninety thou' in the coffin, and take the
Chorus:]
[Inspectah
Black Jesus, check my walk, check my
in the flesh and I rep New York
Crowned king, down to bang, I'm House Gang
specialist, in and out the ring
Got dinner tables long as with old kitchens
And Wu-Tang splashed on all the dishes
You how I speaks the truth, how I teach the youth
I'm an animal, I the booth
grinding, banging out for food to eat
Your boy still good, check my new physique
Since the is mine, I'mma write my name on the clouds
So ol' yee faithful, can praise it and bow
[Masta
Now he's an old Mafia don, back when
He managed to the game, ducking fame
It's how he maintained, the State of Grace, kept his lab
of a fine taste, kept his place guarded
While the young charted, acquitted, all charges
And his heart loss and, take the contract
the contact, waiting for the right event, it all made sense
He no prints on the weapon, and he was blasting
Came home from prison stashing, stacking
His whip still matching his kit, steel
Hands quick, nice his shit, three holy foods
Drops jewels, a street corner level, young brother, I'mma rebel
Here to instruct private to buck arms
rap cats had your last win, toast the kings
It's Wu-Tang, it's our thing, kiss the
[Repeat (2x)