Luyện nghe bài hát Kiss The Ring

[**feat. Inspectah Deck & Killa:]
[Intro: ~Raekwon w/ various others in (Inspectah Deck)~]
Suga, come here, aiyo man, ya man
He better bring fucking money here tomorrow, man
You, up in the joint with me, man
It's all real, yo, what up
Yo, hold the bottle, it's night, nigga!
It's your night! popping*
Yeah, mad bottles! Playboy! We out of here, man
(Step inside, kiss the ring --- so salute, and toast to the best who it)
{Give it up for the 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
head gon' fly off your shoulder for lying
And I'mma be in bed like
Blood from a horse on your spread, you to play me now
I'm coughing up, dough on head, you just a baby
See me in the flick as a Rick, I had to with me
All these niggas in the 90's, getting rich
Rick Ruler robe on with rings, walking to the
Fronting like I know I'm the king, I alone though
Buying up, Beemers, taking it to Simon's in Medina
just to blind you and leave ya
These young boys is with aim, I bought 'em all
Fly ranches, cuz they all stand beside me with
Regardless, yo, to making the classic, you gon' some of the tactics
Some died, 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, my talk
in the flesh and I rep New York
Crowned king, been to bang, I'm House Gang
specialist, in and out the ring
Got dinner long as boats with old kitchens
And logos splashed on all the dishes
You know how I speaks the truth, how I the youth
I'm an animal, I beast the
grinding, banging out for food to eat
Your boy still eating good, check my new
Since the world is mine, I'mma my name on the clouds
So that ol' yee faithful, can it and bow
[Masta
Now he's an old Mafia don, back when
He to survive the game, ducking fame
It's how he maintained, the of Grace, kept his lab laced
Ladies of a fine taste, kept his place
While the charted, found acquitted, all charges
And his heart loss and, marksmen take the
From the contact, waiting for the right event, it all made
He left no prints on the weapon, and he was
Came home prison stashing, still stacking
His whip still his kit, steel flashing
Hands quick, nice with his shit, holy foods
Drops jewels, from a corner level, young brother, I'mma rebel
Here to instruct private to buck arms
Ya'll rap cats had last win, toast the kings
It's Wu-Tang, our thing, kiss the ring
[Repeat (2x)