Luyện nghe bài hát Wu-Gambinos - Raekwon With Ghost Face Killer, Method Man ....

{And in our line of work, we all the help we can get
Tony Wind is the name, he works for a ring in Central America
Who wants to him?
No information, say yes or no
One point million
Alright, you get you want, money's no object
They're all clean, no numbers, untraceable
And are explosive head bullets, in the clip}

{Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo, come the cop man
Yo starks come here, here sun
Come for a minute
Aiyyo aiyyo up hold up
Shit we gotta go to the store for baking soda
Yo yo yo get fuckin', yo this made of glass nig
Get your big Adidas off my table man
Get the off it man
Yo just chill man, the crystal man
Niggaz is man, damn
Big ass
Yo man you ain't smoking of that weed in here man
man}

{Bobby
go to the store man
Sup
Get that soda
Yo, let's cut the pie five
We off with two mil kid

(Rollie fingers, no doubt through)
La nostra
(Johnny Blaze!)
(Lou Diamonds!)
kid
(Tony Starks)
Universal
(Original claat bad boys)}

Who come to get you? None, they guns
I be the first to set off shit, to run
Who roll as one
I call my brother son 'cuz he like one

it
Scriptures hit the body like off shotties
Like my hair notty and my nose snotty
a nigga hottie, that whole pussy probably
Burn like the of Mogabi, for real
nuttin' fraudulent here, we pioneer
Commandeer a new frontier, be the Wu yeah
chambers of fear, huh, you lost it
Information out your faucets, hmm
Time to forfeit your and leave the ground
There's a new sheriff in holdin' it down

It's the two holster, shot smoker
dead or alive, bounty on the poster
Wild in the west, a student of my
And life is the test, up
Let a nigga catch his breath, we still dues
And the one is death, back to the essence
With that shit you stressin', Rap profession
Now peep Tical, the son of the
Isle my style, criminology pays
The last times and days, Johnny Blaze

goes for niggaz who know
Who will grow llello, ley no
Plus coolin' in
Ricaans be givin' me much shit, the Dutch
cool Papa, seize it with enough shit
Back at the lab a, bagged up
Yo niggaz act up, what blow up the workers if have to

Senoritas, fuckin' up a storm guards margaritas
Suckin' his dick, up in the long
Designed for rhyme prime nigga jail time
Them niggaz up in height figures niggaz
Silks wally-wear finger rolled chain
beware black rap millionaires
Rock hairs leather goose blowin' this year
One eight hundred gambino yeah

Who roll as one
I call my brother son he shine like one

Solid gold is shinin', solid gold, check it sun yo
Solid gold crown be shinin' and blindin' some diamonds
I be pioneerin' the style in the cloud with linings
Double breasted, bullet vested, well protected
The heart the rib cage the chest and plexus
stones, crackin' two-hundred and six bones
And watch yo' ass get blown to a sea of fire and
How dare you approach it dim pones?

The overfiend like Noah bean green souls a soldier mean
The grand exquisite wizard oh is it
The ryzarector to pay your ass a visit
Local bio-chemical, universal giant, the black
Lickin' shots to Crockett on the bicentennial
Happen two thousand microchips two shots of penicillin
Goes up your adrenalin son it's time for
a mileage resemblin' niggaz who like followin'
Trapped inside your projects like a genie inside the

God steppin' forth upon down of the track
It's the sound that surrounds and hurts me like I'm under
So I decided to down on the mic
So the pain of the track won't the fact
That I'm the master, for lurks, is an expert
That hurts the who tries to visualize under
'Cuz I strike, thunder
Niggaz stand my heat, it's unbearable
My wisdom fucks up your
Systems are fractured by the killa

Style is and thoughts are mad jagged
Enter the entity, my
Is three hundred and sixty degrees of
Represent the school of hard and glocks my
Clan is and got mad moss for blocks so
Feel the force of impact the iron side of
The gat as I the track
From the blind of the pack, starks pass the chrome
a nigga get blown out his mutherfuckin' dome
Piece, deceased, to rest

Who come to get you? None, want guns
I be the to set off shit, last to run
Who roll as one
I call my brother son 'cuz he shine one

Yo, aiyyo I got to them my way, move give me room
Holdin' up your saloon, clean sweep, like a
Full moons make me howl a wolf outta breath
Sold new vocal cords I heard genius on gef
So step back, to the lab at, high
My teammate, cells well like a pharmacy
Horado Pablos plan growas bravo
Goodfellas we know, sellas become novels

The man rockin' head bands, scarves and jams
Early 80's rock, Playboys, mocks, and shams
The laser vocalist does well at symphonies
Bad days, watch me snatch ice right outta
them kids that came off with 8 million
Robbed the and I labeled in Royal Pavilions
Them heads must have been stupid
Tell me how the fuck black get caught wit all that loot kid?
That's jet money, money
and rings too bad you fucked up dummies

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