Luyện nghe bài hát Wu-Gambinos

Who to get you
None, want guns
I be the first to set off shit, to run
Wu together as one
I call my brother Sun cause he shine one

hit the body like sawed-off shotties
Like my hair and my nosepiece snotty
Fuck a nigga hottie, that whole probably
like the deserts of Mugabe, for real
Ain't nothing here, we pioneer
Commandeer a new frontier, be the Wu yeah
Thirty-six of fear, huh you lost it
leaking out your faucets, hmm
Time to forfeit your crown and the grounds
There's a new in town holding it down
It's the two holster, shit smoker
dead or alive, bounty on the poster
Wild in the West, a of my culture
And is the test, hold up
Let a nigga catch his
I'm paying dues and the last one is death
Back to the essence that shit you stressing, this rap profession
Now peep Tical, the son of the Isle
Bless my style, pays
The last times and days, fucking Blaze

This goes for niggas who
Wu blow like yayo, lay low
cooling in Barbados
Ricans be giving me much shit to touch
cool Papa, see you with enough shit
Back at the lab a, bagged up
Yo niggas act up, what up their workers if they have to
Señoritas, fucking up a storm Gods margaritas
Sucking his dick, up in the whip
Designed for rhyme crime jail time jiggas
Them niggas up in Vigors lighting niggas
Silks Wally wear Figaro chain
Jakes beware of black rap
Rock Airs, leather goose, bears blowing this
1-800-GAMBINO niggas,

Wu roll together as one, I call my Sun cause he shine like one

Solid gold crown is shining, blinding like some diamonds
I'm reclining in the sky on a cloud silver lining
Double breasted, bullet proof vested, protected
The heart, the rib cage, the chest and solar
Casting stones, cracking and six bones
And watch your ass get to a sea of fire and brimstone
How dare you approach it with them
The overfiend like noah bean souls with a soldier mean
The grand exquisite imperial or is it
The Rzarector come to pay your ass a
bio-chemical, universal giant, the black general
Licking shots at Davy on the bicentennial
Happy two thousand microchips two shots of penicillin
Goes up your adrenalin son it's time for
It's a you're resembling the niggas who like following
Trapped inside your projects like a genie the bottle and

God stepping forth upon holy of the track
It's the that surrounds and hurts me like I'm under attack
So I to bite down on the mic
So the of the track won't deny the fact that I'm the master
For lurks, is an expert that hurts
The individual who tries to visualize
Cause I strike, thunder
Niggas couldn't stand my heat, unbearable
My wisdom up your respiratorial
Systems are fractured by the killer
Style is and thoughts are mad jagged
the entity, my vicinity
Is three hundred and degrees of humidity
the school of hard knocks and Glocks my
Clan is and got mad moss for blocks so
Feel the force of from the iron side of
The gat as I attack the
From the blind side of the pack, Starks pass the
Watch a nigga get blown out his motherfucking
Deceased, laid to

Who to get you
None, they want
I be the to set off shit, last to run
Wu together as one
I call my brother Sun he shine like one

Yo, aiyyo I got to serve them my way, give me room
Holding up your saloon, clean sweep, a broom
Full moons make me howl a wolf out of breath
only new vocal cords you heard Genius on Gef
So back, to the lab at, high velocity
My teammate, cells more like a pharmacy
Fuck Geraldo, Pablo's bro is Bravo
we know, best sellers become novels
The man head bands, silk scarves and jams
Early 80's British Walkers, playboys, and shams
The beam vocalist does well at symphonies
Bad days, watch me snatch ice right outta
Remember them kids that came off with million
the Brinks and I labelled in royal pavilions
Them flower heads must have stupid
Tell me how the fuck niggas get caught with all that loot kid
jet money, underground money
Submarines and rings too bad you fucked up