Luyện nghe bài hát Kiss The Ring

[**feat. Deck & Masta Killa:]
[Intro: ~Raekwon w/ 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 with me, man
It's all real, yo, up son?
Yo, hold the bottle, your night, nigga!
your night! *bottles popping*
Yeah, mad bottles! Playboy! We out of here, man
(Step inside, the ring --- so salute, and toast to the best who done it)
it up for the Wu-Tang Clan!}
[Chorus (2x): Deck~]
When I inside, kiss the ring, Wu Familia
La Cosa Nostra, our thing
So salute, and to the best who done it
Murder rap shit, I spit, for the vets who it

By the time you this letter
head gon' fly off your shoulder for lying
And I'mma be in bed holders
Blood from a horse on your spread, you to play me now
I'm coughing up, on your head, you just a baby
See me in the flick as a Rick, I had to maybe me
All these niggas stay in the 90's, getting
Rick Ruler on with rings, walking to the throne
like I know I'm the king, I live alone though
Buying up, China's Beemers, it to Simon's in Medina
Only to blind you and leave ya
These young is crafted with aim, I bought 'em all
Fly ranches, cuz they all stand beside me flames
Regardless, yo, to making the classic, you gon' some of the tactics
Some died, in the action
A live general when he walk, if he died, then we
thou' in the coffin, and take the child
[Repeat
[Inspectah
Jesus, check my walk, check my talk
Legend in the flesh and I rep New
Crowned king, been to bang, I'm House Gang
Knockout specialist, in and out the
Got dinner tables long as boats with old
And Wu-Tang logos splashed on all the
You know how I the truth, how I teach the youth
I'm an animal, I the booth
Been grinding, banging out for to eat
Your boy still good, check my new physique
Since the world is mine, I'mma write my name on the
So ol' yee faithful, can praise it and bow
Killa:]
Now an old Mafia don, from back when
He managed to the game, ducking fame
It's how he maintained, the State of Grace, his lab laced
Ladies of a fine taste, his place guarded
the young charted, found acquitted, all charges
And his heart and, marksmen take the contract
From the contact, waiting for the right event, it all sense
He left no prints on the weapon, and he was
Came from prison stashing, still stacking
His whip still matching his kit, steel
Hands quick, nice with his shit, holy foods
Drops jewels, from a street corner level, brother, I'mma rebel
Here to private soldiers to buck arms
Ya'll rap cats had last win, toast the kings
It's Wu-Tang, it's our thing, kiss the
Chorus:] (2x)