Luyện nghe bài hát N 2 Gether Now

Who can be the
Look up to the
in the land of the lost
Standin up, I'm
I'm up the path
Runnin on the of rap
Choked up by the smoke and the
Lava stamps and me like a barcode
I'm Dashin all the meteor
Keep the media
As re-enforcements for the
And that alone with keep John on the phone
in his own I got the bees on the track
Where the you at?

Let me hear you run your mouth now
Shut the up!
I'm pluggin in them skills
That my total bills over a million
The time I checked it
Thank God I'm blessed the mind that I wreck it
Wait the second round, I'll knock him out

call me big John stud
My name mud
Dirty water
Too much for you
can't stand the flood
What up
Hold big gun Elmer Fudd
The shot
Mr. Meth I'm

Temperature's too hot for

Playin minds can get you state time
Lock behind bars from a great mind
Killa bees in the club when ladybug
a sword to tha dance floor to cut a rug
Love is love all day they both slug
And take another in cold blood
Can't me?
it's your blood
Murder is
Crime is
Same different day
Father us
They know not they do
Our do
I'm big easy, ya bigbamboo

What's that, I hear you?
Shut the up!
Come on a little
the fuck up!
Everybody N 2 now
Shut the up!
What?

What's that, I hear you?
the fuck up!
Come on a little
Shut the up!
Everybody N 2 now
the fuck up!
What?

Headstrong, deadcon, dead by
Deadweight dead wrong
get it on
Twelve of throwdown
Who crown?
Protect land both pound
Limp
Get like merry-go
the scenario?
Comin' your stereo
Why it
Lifestyles of the prolific and
Eight essential and minerals

Word on the is
They bit my
Knocked out their front
Tryin to mine
Actin like they heard through the
Dope for the baseline
To provide

Hard as nails to the
Where you find that
She
Wu-Tang and Limp
on the check
Kick a hole in the
the plug and inject

Mic
So what's it all
we gonna run?
Maybe we can up on the sun
Discretion is
For the of virgin eyes
Limpin on the track Method
So get the
You get one shot
you dissolve
I around everything you got
From outta nowhere
You'll be by the glare
I you not to stare
Now you're turned into
a microphone
But you forget you're in the zone
So the fuck up!
And take that back
Cause all your shit's
Doodoo is
When it's way down that
Burnin up your brain like a
So all who didn't listen
Never even knew what were missin
And never even knew that the sky was down
Clan for the crown

What's that, I didn't you?
Shut the up!
Come on a louder
the fuck up!
Everybody N2 now
Shut the up!
What?

What's that, I hear you?
Shut the up!
on a little louder
Shut the up!
Everybody N 2 now
Shut the up!
What?

It was over head all day every day


Wu-Tang, Bees, and the Limp

Gotta the time
Gotta to rhyme
It easy bein greezy
In a of cleanliness and you know all that other madness
We

Limp Bizkit, Method Man, rock the y'all, bring it on