Luyện nghe bài hát The Glock

Yo, yeah, erase none of that good shit in the beginnin'
Yo, spill drinks on ya, get on ya
Yo, yo, pinky shit, yo
That ring shit yo

It's that pinky shit, the legend of masked kid
Shoot out the speakers when my get Jurassic
Superbad, who am I? classic
The vandal's back, on Angela Bassett

I handle my plastic, I mastered
No coke, dope mixed with acid on record
down and crafted in seconds
Lady's choice, the golden voice still

Better, respect it, believe
I rabbits out the hat, tricks up my sleeves
I air out the showroom, the can breathe
Fix weave, behold my expertise

I got my uzi back, you dudes is wack, face it the Wu is
I got my uzi back, you dudes is wack, it the Wu is back

Take it back to the [unverified], leanin' rec room punch
We in them authentic switchin' joints
Major niggaz, five stars
Both arms rock when coke dropped we read a niggaz palms

Silencers, garbage of hash
For every cop we paid retired now the on smash
you out your burner fast
You swing down hatin' me now get your fingers off the glass

I got my uzi back, you dudes is wack, it the Wu is back
I got my uzi back, you is wack, face it the Wu is back

Yo what the yo? Yo, what the fuck y'all comin' for?
Get the fuck away from my
We got big in here, coke over there
With bag and E pills stashed under the chair

And there's Boss Hog black and white pit with the lips
Stan thought he was 'til he bit his fingers
The shit had me yo, big fat nigga bleedin'
Big cat all season

On the beach truck, stuck Hawaiian ice
Diamond twice the whole thought I bought fubu
Blew you, authentic doodoo, picture the fog out
karat rap between noodles

I got my uzi back, you dudes is wack, face it the Wu is
I got my uzi back, you dudes is wack, face it the Wu is

Up at Killa Bee headquarters, full is poured up
I saw [unverified] sippin' from a iced out cup
Yo with the blunt, two-way off the hip
I sit took, three drags off the

Now what you You see my gold fronts sparkin'?
Ain't tryin' to hear what you dogs be
Read the headline, was blast on today's Post
Dead King, he could ace Ghost

Queen, even jack Monk
Probably him in Doc Doom's back trunk
Bdoodoodoo, I'm up at the Wu
Readin' Malcolm's, "Any Necessary"

John John, straight up hold the ice
So nice New York they had to name him twice
Name your price, I black out change the lights
you the same advice that I gave my wife

Don't with mine, Clan give you lumps in nine
Let the smoke cloud clear so the sun can
Culture shock, for of us that's all we got
you ball or not, you can all be shot

New York, New York, rhyme boss
Code name Charley Horse, bust with blind
I smash set it and for cash credit or check
You test, can't measure the threat

I dance on a nigga like my Zab Judah
Rap barracuda, three XL
Sure to get it perkin' and a disturbance
I'm thirstin, feel what I feel we can merge then

Creep it through the in V8's and 12's
My weight's hell, fuck with me then yourself
The Noble, Sir I mogul
to blast vocals, and move global on you locals

This is grown man talkin', coward I split head
I'm from the East where the streets run red the bloodshed
Hit Chef for the and peas
respect Father E tumbled at ease

My brothers can't wait to the automatic
need wreck like a drug dealer need a addict
Floatin' on the 95, sting a killer bee
hands can't hit what your eyes can't see

From dark to the big crunch
The vocals came in a bunch without one
Rare from the, strictly advanced, proved unstoppable
Reputation enhanced, the cause was probable

So you compare contrast but blast
Through extreme depths, with the pen I fast
Watch the block for one became all
'em with the long forgotten rainfall

Delivered in a vivid fashion with
The couldn't verify the authenticity
The rhyme from the pressure of heat
Then it was laid out, on the ground to streets

I got my uzi back, you dudes is wack, face it the Wu is
I got my uzi back, you dudes is wack, face it the Wu is

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