Luyện nghe bài hát Triumph

What y'all thought y'all wasn't see me?
I'm the of this shit
Wu-Tang is forever, motherfuckers
It's like ninety-seven
my niggas and my niggarettes
Let's do it like
rub your ass in the moonshine
Let's take it to seventy-nine

I bomb atomically, Socrates'
And hypotheses can't define how I be these
Mockeries, lyrically perform armed
Flee with the lottery, possibly they me
Battle-scarred shogun, explosion my pen hits
Tremendous, shine blind forensics
I inspect view the future see millennium
Killa Beez sold gold sixty platinum
Shackling the with drastic rap tactics
displays melt the steel like blacksmiths
Black Wu jackets Queen Beez the guns in
Rumblin' tear gas laced the function
Heads by the score take incite a war
hit the floor, die hard fans demand more
Behold the bold soldier, control the globe
Proceeds to blow swingin' swords like
Stomp grounds I pound footprints in solid
Wu got it locked, performin' on your hottest block

As the world turns, I like germs
Bless the globe the pestilence, the hard-headed never learn
my testament to those burned
Play my position in the of life, standing firm
On foreign land, jump the gun out the pan, into the fire
Transform the Ghostrider, or Six Pack
In A Streetcar Desire, who got my back?
In the line of fire holding back,
My peoples if you with me where the you at?
Niggas is strapped, and trying to twist my beer cap
It's court adjourned, for the bad seed from bad
Herb got my wig fried like a bad perm, the blood
Clot, we smoke pot, and blow
You to think twice, I think not
The Iron Lung ain't got ta tell you it's coming from
Guns of Navarone, tearing up battle zone
Rip through slums

I twist from the heart, tried and true
Loot my voice on the LP, my is on to slang rocks
Certified chatterbox, 'Donna talking
Tell your walking
Take kid, what? Run for your brother, kid
Run for your team, and your six rhyme groupies
So I can with the advantage, and get wasted
My deadly reigns supreme
fort is basic compared to mine
Domino effect, arts and
Paragraphs contain
Take a free on my thought, I got the fashion
for all y'all to all praise to the Gods

The continues
Wu-Tang,

Olympic torch flaming, we burn so
The thrill of victory, the agony,
We crush slow, flaming deluxe
For, day come'th, conquer, it's war
Allow us to escape, hell glow spinning
Pocket full of shells out the sky, Golden
Tune spit the shit combat sound
The fake false step make, the blood stain the
A jungle junkie, vigilante
A death kiss, cap off squeeze another
Hold it for ransom, tranquilized anesthetics
My orchestra, graceful, ballerinas
My Sicily, rich California smell
An axe killer adventure, a picture well
I a song from Sing-Sing, sippin' on ginseng
wax chaperon, rotating ring king

Watch for the wooden soldiers, see-cypher couldn't hold us
A thousand men rushing in, not one was sober
Perpendicular to the square, we stand like Flare
Escape from Dragon's Lair, in particular
My beats travel like a vortex, through your
To the top of your cortex
Make you feel you bust a nut from raw sex
through your right ventricle clog up your bloodstream
Or terminal, like Grand Central
fat baselines, on Novation
Getting drunk like a I'm duckin' five-year probation

War of the masses, the outcome,
Many of the victim save they ashes
A million names on walls engraved in
who went back, received penalties for their acts
Another is torn, as close ones gone
Those who stray, niggas get on the song

The track renders helpless and from multiple stab wounds
And leaks sounds that's
Ninety-three million miles away came one
To represent the Nation, this is a
Of the masses that come to pay respects to the Wu-Tang
As we engage in battle, the crowd now in rage
The High Chief take the stage
Light is provided through sparks of
From the mind that travels in rhyme
Giving to the blind
The dumb are intrigued by the drum
Death one can save shell from
This relentless of the track spares none

Yo! Yo! Yo, fuck that, look at all these crab niggas back
Lampin' them gray and black Puma's on my man's rack
Codeine was in your drink
You had a Navy Green salamander fiend, bitches never heard you
You two-faces, of the slum, I got your whole body numb
Blowing Shalamar in eighty-one
Sound convincing, thousand court by convention
Hands like Liston, get fly permission hold the
Fuck up, Allah fasten your wig, bad
I humiliate, the English from the Dutch
It's me, Black Drew Ali
Came in we like the Genovese
Is that so? needs the greens
It's Earth, ninety-three million miles from the
Rough turbulence, the wave burst, the megahertz

Hey yo that's amazing, gun in your mouth talk, verbal off
Connect thoughts to make my man walk
notarizer, Wu-Tang, all up in the high-riser
New York adviser world tranquilizer
Just the dosage, delegate my with explosives
While, my pen blow lines
Mediterranean, see ya, the number one
Sit down the beat God, delegate the God to see God
The swift chancellor, flex, the tarantula
Track diesel, play the weed God, substantiala
Max mostly, undivided, slide it, it's sickening
Guaranteed, mad em jump Rod Strickland