Luyện nghe bài hát Second Coming

God man these radio station be buggin'
Man it's three o'clock in the mornin,
This hip-hop shit keep
Damn we got to this shit down man, you know what I mean?

Fiends were waiting in the hill
They ran one ahead
But the jiggy was always

the project pavement
There was death, of the mind
Single mothers are filled stress

As I lay with my baby
We look, from the window and cry
suddenly in the sky

Between the new world
We were blessed and Wu-Tang the ear
With the of a train
(Lord is here)

MCs are melting
In the dark, all the LP's
Are down
God released the out, early May

And I think the world can take it
'Cause it so long to make it
And the hip-hop game'll be the same

Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang,

the project pavement
There was death, of the mind
Single mothers are with stress

Between the new ages
We were blessed and Wu-Tang the air
the knowledge that God posses

As I lay there with my
We would look, the window, and cry
Then the sign appears, in the sky

Billboards melting
In the dark, all the MCs
Are going
God the tape of, Earthly pain

And I don't think the can take it
'Cause it took so to make it
And the hip-hop never be the same

And I don't think the world can it
'Cause it took so to make it
And the hip-hop never be the same

Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang,