Luyện nghe bài hát N 2 Gether Now

Who can be the
Look up to the
Stranded in the of the lost
up, I'm sideways
I'm blazin' up the
on the highways of rap
Choked up by the smoke and the
Lava and brands me like a barcode
I'm all the meteor strikes
the media dykes
As for the fight
And that alone with keep John Ghotti on the
Tangled in his own I got the on the track
the fuck you at?

Let me you pigeons run your mouth now
Shut the up!
I'm in them social skills
That my total bills over a million
The time I checked it
Thank God I'm with the mind that I wreck it
Wait until the round, I'll knock him out

They call me big John
My middle mud
Dirty flow
Too for you thugs
That can't stand the
What up
Hold big gun like Elmer
The sure
Mr. I'm unplugged

Temperature's too hot for

Playin with minds can get you state
Lock behind twelve bars a great mind
Killa bees in the club when ladybug
Brought a sword to tha dance to cut a rug
Love is all day 'til they both slug
And take another in cold blood
feel me?
Cause it's blood
is tremendous
Crime is
shit different day
Father us
They know not what do
Our do
I'm big like easy, ya

What's that, I didn't you?
Shut the up!
Come on a little
the fuck up!
Everybody N 2 now
Shut the up!
What?

What's that, I didn't hear
the fuck up!
Come on a little
the fuck up!
Everybody N 2 now
Shut the up!
What?

Headstrong, deadcon, by dawn
Deadweight dead wrong
get it on
Twelve rounds of
Who crown?
land with both pound
Limp
Get around like
What's the
Comin' through stereo
Why it
Lifestyles of the and gifted
Eight essential vitamins and

Word on the is
bit my thesis
Knocked out their front
to taste mine
Actin like they through the grapevine
fiendin for the baseline
To rhyme

Hard as nails to the
Where you that monster
She
Wu-Tang and Bizkit
on the check
Kick a in the speaker
the plug and inject

Mic
So what's it all
Where we run?
we can meet up on the sun
Discretion is
For the of virgin eyes
Limpin on the track with
So get the
You get one shot
you dissolve
I revolve around you got
From outta prepare
You'll be by the glare
I told you not to
Now you're turned stone
a microphone
But you forget you're in the zone
So the fuck up!
And that shit back
Cause all your whack
is doodoo
When it's way down like
Burnin up your like a piston
So all those who listen
Never even knew what they were
And never even knew the sky was fallin down
Wu-Tang for the crown

What's that, I didn't hear
Shut the up!
Come on a little
Shut the up!
N2 Gether now
Shut the up!
What?

What's that, I didn't hear
Shut the up!
on a little louder
Shut the up!
Everybody N 2 now
Shut the up!
What?

It was over your head all day day


Wu-Tang, Killa Bees, and the

Gotta the time
Gotta to rhyme
It ain't easy greezy
In a world of cleanliness and you know all that madness
We

Limp Bizkit, Man, rock the house y'all, bring it on