Luyện nghe bài hát N 2 Gether Now

Who can be the
up to the cross
Stranded in the land of the
Standin up, I'm
I'm blazin' up the
Runnin on the of rap
up by the smoke and the charcoal
Lava and brands me like a barcode
I'm all the meteor strikes
Keep the media
As for the fight
And that alone with keep John Ghotti on the
in his own I got the bees on the track
Where the you at?

Let me hear you run your mouth now
the fuck up!
I'm pluggin in social skills
That keep my total bills over a
The last I checked it
Thank God I'm blessed the mind that I wreck it
Wait until the round, I'll knock him out

They me big John stud
My middle mud
Dirty flow
Too much for you
That can't the flood
up doc?
Hold big gun Elmer Fudd
The sure
Mr. Meth I'm

Temperature's too hot for

Playin with minds can get you time
Lock behind twelve from a great mind
Killa bees in the when there's ladybug
Brought a to tha dance floor to cut a rug
Love is love all day they both slug
And another life in cold blood
feel me?
Cause your blood
Murder is
Crime is
Same shit day
Father us
They know not they do
Our do
I'm big easy, ya bigbamboo

What's that, I didn't you?
the fuck up!
Come on a louder
the fuck up!
Everybody N 2 now
the fuck up!
What?

What's that, I didn't hear
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the fuck up!
Everybody N 2 now
Shut the up!
What?

Headstrong, deadcon, dead by
they dead wrong
get it on
Twelve rounds of
Who crown?
land with both pound
Limp
Get like merry-go
the scenario?
Comin' through stereo
Why it
Lifestyles of the and gifted
Eight essential vitamins and

on the street is
They bit my
Knocked out their front
Tryin to mine
like they heard through the grapevine
Dope for the baseline
To rhyme

Hard as to the cubicle
you find that monster
She
Wu-Tang and Bizkit
Roll on the
Kick a in the speaker
Pull the and inject

Mic
So it all about?
Where we run?
we can meet up on the sun
Discretion is
For the blood of eyes
Limpin on the with Method
So get the
You get one shot
you dissolve
I around everything you got
outta nowhere prepare
You'll be blinded by the
I you not to stare
Now you're turned into
a microphone
But don't you you're in the zone
So the fuck up!
And take that back
all your shit's whack
Doodoo is
When way down like that
Burnin up your brain a piston
So all those who didn't
Never even knew they were missin
And never even knew that the sky was down
Wu-Tang Clan for the

What's that, I hear you?
Shut the up!
on a little louder
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N2 Gether now
Shut the up!
What?

What's that, I didn't you?
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on a little louder
Shut the up!
Everybody N 2 now
the fuck up!
What?

It was over your all day every day


Wu-Tang, Bees, and the Limp

Gotta know the
know to rhyme
It ain't easy greezy
In a world of and you know all that other madness
We

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