Song | Older Gods |
Artist | Wu-Tang Clan |
Album | Wu-Tang Forever |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
[00:00.00] | 作曲 : Bougard, Wu-Tang Clan |
[00:14.82] | Aiyyo I roll like a bat out of hell |
[00:17.26] | Evil acapell's fly spittin' out of my grill |
[00:19.51] | Before I hit the sky with springtime colors |
[00:21.63] | Juicy as a Sunkist certain broads double dutch this |
[00:24.70] | They carve it in they wrist pales berry blazes |
[00:26.95] | Straighten the crumbs left on the stove clothes in my lady hair |
[00:29.82] | Plus yours the look gold God the old tainted bald technique |
[00:32.82] | Got these vestibules designer niggaz in they whips |
[00:35.26] | Jumpin' out they seats eighteen Bronzeman Part II |
[00:37.82] | We like Dorothy Hamill on ice |
[00:39.64] | We in your hood we might circle hats down low in the Range |
[00:42.95] | Switch lanes change my tire peel out |
[00:44.89] | Real loud on the stage yo I shitted on your hood kid |
[00:47.51] | I shitted on your hood got to your burner too late |
[00:50.39] | I'm lookin' real good draped out shinin' like a fresh fifty cent piece |
[00:53.89] | Your girlfriend c'mere |
[00:55.14] | Oh shit you my man's niece the gourmet pocket twenty |
[00:58.07] | Bombs made of clay Sexcapades take place |
[01:00.31] | We f**ked in forty-eight shades might walk up in your studio |
[01:03.06] | Time slap your engineer it's lighter fluid to that style |
[01:05.68] | Hand me the matches now |
[01:07.06] | Aiyyo rainbow Roley on the wrist now what's this |
[01:09.37] | Niggaz bless this eight and a half Bally banana twist |
[01:11.95] | E shakes puffin' on lye feedin' the seed's plate |
[01:14.72] | Pullin' out old dirty eights to rob gates |
[01:17.03] | Major wake up the kid telltales make a nigga head wake up |
[01:20.47] | Beats break the nigga would take off his time |
[01:22.91] | Honolulu status gladdest |
[01:24.03] | The rich rock cabbage and dollar vans grands |
[01:26.72] | That nigga mad savage stationary Hall of Justice |
[01:29.47] | Niggaz came clumped out |
[01:30.91] | Just came home now they bunked out |
[01:32.91] | Money be longer than triple life |
[01:34.72] | 'Til the sun burn out that's my word move it with the burner out |
[01:38.03] | Fidel way of thinkin' roll with the Mac bent Ac-10 |
[01:41.47] | Most of my team Five Percent check what the live said |
[01:43.85] | Rollin with Guess vests pedestrians yo |
[01:45.60] | Holdin' my nuts f**kin' thousand dollar lesbians |
[01:48.10] | Yo the Older God put me on and had to rock this |
[01:50.91] | Maintain Three-Sixty Lord live prosperous |
[01:53.53] | It only takes a lesson a day just to analyze life |
[01:56.28] | One time in the respectable mind |
[01:58.16] | Yo the Older God put me on and had to rock this |
[02:01.16] | Maintain Three-Sixty Lord live prosperous |
[02:03.66] | It only takes a lesson a day just to analyze life |
[02:06.53] | One time in the respectable mind |
[02:08.78] | Let the shot spark soon as his pit bull barks |
[02:11.10] | Tire scars from skid marks leaves from jams in school parks |
[02:13.91] | Witness forget his original statement |
[02:16.28] | Even in protection programs there's no escapement |
[02:19.16] | Gunned down we in town hit king from seven crowns |
[02:21.78] | Spent rounds catch him while he rhyme in the Zebra Lounge |
[02:24.66] | Wounded back in the eighty three summer heat |
[02:26.97] | Up in three-oh-nine park rhymin' off the drummer's beat |
[02:29.54] | I stalk the city streets demonstratin' mic wrecks |
[02:31.97] | All lookin' stank I ain't playin' wit a full deck |
[02:34.97] | And as they nervously stare I know they scared |
[02:37.29] | They saw the coming of Wu the neon in Times Square |
[02:39.60] | Household name assassin killa bee |
[02:42.10] | Mill to the grain that posses the Wu trilogy |
[02:44.66] | Quick to spot those that bite camouflage and blend |
[02:47.35] | Those that got styles they got identical twins |
[02:49.79] | Don't stretch the small thing copycats are finnicky |
[02:52.54] | Without skills they master the art of mimicry |
[02:55.35] | But I go line for line on the whole page |
[02:58.10] | Your unspotted life on the mic is old age |
[00:00.00] | zuo qu : Bougard, WuTang Clan |
[00:14.82] | Aiyyo I roll like a bat out of hell |
[00:17.26] | Evil acapell' s fly spittin' out of my grill |
[00:19.51] | Before I hit the sky with springtime colors |
[00:21.63] | Juicy as a Sunkist certain broads double dutch this |
[00:24.70] | They carve it in they wrist pales berry blazes |
[00:26.95] | Straighten the crumbs left on the stove clothes in my lady hair |
[00:29.82] | Plus yours the look gold God the old tainted bald technique |
[00:32.82] | Got these vestibules designer niggaz in they whips |
[00:35.26] | Jumpin' out they seats eighteen Bronzeman Part II |
[00:37.82] | We like Dorothy Hamill on ice |
[00:39.64] | We in your hood we might circle hats down low in the Range |
[00:42.95] | Switch lanes change my tire peel out |
[00:44.89] | Real loud on the stage yo I shitted on your hood kid |
[00:47.51] | I shitted on your hood got to your burner too late |
[00:50.39] | I' m lookin' real good draped out shinin' like a fresh fifty cent piece |
[00:53.89] | Your girlfriend c' mere |
[00:55.14] | Oh shit you my man' s niece the gourmet pocket twenty |
[00:58.07] | Bombs made of clay Sexcapades take place |
[01:00.31] | We f ked in fortyeight shades might walk up in your studio |
[01:03.06] | Time slap your engineer it' s lighter fluid to that style |
[01:05.68] | Hand me the matches now |
[01:07.06] | Aiyyo rainbow Roley on the wrist now what' s this |
[01:09.37] | Niggaz bless this eight and a half Bally banana twist |
[01:11.95] | E shakes puffin' on lye feedin' the seed' s plate |
[01:14.72] | Pullin' out old dirty eights to rob gates |
[01:17.03] | Major wake up the kid telltales make a nigga head wake up |
[01:20.47] | Beats break the nigga would take off his time |
[01:22.91] | Honolulu status gladdest |
[01:24.03] | The rich rock cabbage and dollar vans grands |
[01:26.72] | That nigga mad savage stationary Hall of Justice |
[01:29.47] | Niggaz came clumped out |
[01:30.91] | Just came home now they bunked out |
[01:32.91] | Money be longer than triple life |
[01:34.72] | ' Til the sun burn out that' s my word move it with the burner out |
[01:38.03] | Fidel way of thinkin' roll with the Mac bent Ac10 |
[01:41.47] | Most of my team Five Percent check what the live said |
[01:43.85] | Rollin with Guess vests pedestrians yo |
[01:45.60] | Holdin' my nuts f kin' thousand dollar lesbians |
[01:48.10] | Yo the Older God put me on and had to rock this |
[01:50.91] | Maintain ThreeSixty Lord live prosperous |
[01:53.53] | It only takes a lesson a day just to analyze life |
[01:56.28] | One time in the respectable mind |
[01:58.16] | Yo the Older God put me on and had to rock this |
[02:01.16] | Maintain ThreeSixty Lord live prosperous |
[02:03.66] | It only takes a lesson a day just to analyze life |
[02:06.53] | One time in the respectable mind |
[02:08.78] | Let the shot spark soon as his pit bull barks |
[02:11.10] | Tire scars from skid marks leaves from jams in school parks |
[02:13.91] | Witness forget his original statement |
[02:16.28] | Even in protection programs there' s no escapement |
[02:19.16] | Gunned down we in town hit king from seven crowns |
[02:21.78] | Spent rounds catch him while he rhyme in the Zebra Lounge |
[02:24.66] | Wounded back in the eighty three summer heat |
[02:26.97] | Up in threeohnine park rhymin' off the drummer' s beat |
[02:29.54] | I stalk the city streets demonstratin' mic wrecks |
[02:31.97] | All lookin' stank I ain' t playin' wit a full deck |
[02:34.97] | And as they nervously stare I know they scared |
[02:37.29] | They saw the coming of Wu the neon in Times Square |
[02:39.60] | Household name assassin killa bee |
[02:42.10] | Mill to the grain that posses the Wu trilogy |
[02:44.66] | Quick to spot those that bite camouflage and blend |
[02:47.35] | Those that got styles they got identical twins |
[02:49.79] | Don' t stretch the small thing copycats are finnicky |
[02:52.54] | Without skills they master the art of mimicry |
[02:55.35] | But I go line for line on the whole page |
[02:58.10] | Your unspotted life on the mic is old age |
[00:00.00] | zuò qǔ : Bougard, WuTang Clan |
[00:14.82] | Aiyyo I roll like a bat out of hell |
[00:17.26] | Evil acapell' s fly spittin' out of my grill |
[00:19.51] | Before I hit the sky with springtime colors |
[00:21.63] | Juicy as a Sunkist certain broads double dutch this |
[00:24.70] | They carve it in they wrist pales berry blazes |
[00:26.95] | Straighten the crumbs left on the stove clothes in my lady hair |
[00:29.82] | Plus yours the look gold God the old tainted bald technique |
[00:32.82] | Got these vestibules designer niggaz in they whips |
[00:35.26] | Jumpin' out they seats eighteen Bronzeman Part II |
[00:37.82] | We like Dorothy Hamill on ice |
[00:39.64] | We in your hood we might circle hats down low in the Range |
[00:42.95] | Switch lanes change my tire peel out |
[00:44.89] | Real loud on the stage yo I shitted on your hood kid |
[00:47.51] | I shitted on your hood got to your burner too late |
[00:50.39] | I' m lookin' real good draped out shinin' like a fresh fifty cent piece |
[00:53.89] | Your girlfriend c' mere |
[00:55.14] | Oh shit you my man' s niece the gourmet pocket twenty |
[00:58.07] | Bombs made of clay Sexcapades take place |
[01:00.31] | We f ked in fortyeight shades might walk up in your studio |
[01:03.06] | Time slap your engineer it' s lighter fluid to that style |
[01:05.68] | Hand me the matches now |
[01:07.06] | Aiyyo rainbow Roley on the wrist now what' s this |
[01:09.37] | Niggaz bless this eight and a half Bally banana twist |
[01:11.95] | E shakes puffin' on lye feedin' the seed' s plate |
[01:14.72] | Pullin' out old dirty eights to rob gates |
[01:17.03] | Major wake up the kid telltales make a nigga head wake up |
[01:20.47] | Beats break the nigga would take off his time |
[01:22.91] | Honolulu status gladdest |
[01:24.03] | The rich rock cabbage and dollar vans grands |
[01:26.72] | That nigga mad savage stationary Hall of Justice |
[01:29.47] | Niggaz came clumped out |
[01:30.91] | Just came home now they bunked out |
[01:32.91] | Money be longer than triple life |
[01:34.72] | ' Til the sun burn out that' s my word move it with the burner out |
[01:38.03] | Fidel way of thinkin' roll with the Mac bent Ac10 |
[01:41.47] | Most of my team Five Percent check what the live said |
[01:43.85] | Rollin with Guess vests pedestrians yo |
[01:45.60] | Holdin' my nuts f kin' thousand dollar lesbians |
[01:48.10] | Yo the Older God put me on and had to rock this |
[01:50.91] | Maintain ThreeSixty Lord live prosperous |
[01:53.53] | It only takes a lesson a day just to analyze life |
[01:56.28] | One time in the respectable mind |
[01:58.16] | Yo the Older God put me on and had to rock this |
[02:01.16] | Maintain ThreeSixty Lord live prosperous |
[02:03.66] | It only takes a lesson a day just to analyze life |
[02:06.53] | One time in the respectable mind |
[02:08.78] | Let the shot spark soon as his pit bull barks |
[02:11.10] | Tire scars from skid marks leaves from jams in school parks |
[02:13.91] | Witness forget his original statement |
[02:16.28] | Even in protection programs there' s no escapement |
[02:19.16] | Gunned down we in town hit king from seven crowns |
[02:21.78] | Spent rounds catch him while he rhyme in the Zebra Lounge |
[02:24.66] | Wounded back in the eighty three summer heat |
[02:26.97] | Up in threeohnine park rhymin' off the drummer' s beat |
[02:29.54] | I stalk the city streets demonstratin' mic wrecks |
[02:31.97] | All lookin' stank I ain' t playin' wit a full deck |
[02:34.97] | And as they nervously stare I know they scared |
[02:37.29] | They saw the coming of Wu the neon in Times Square |
[02:39.60] | Household name assassin killa bee |
[02:42.10] | Mill to the grain that posses the Wu trilogy |
[02:44.66] | Quick to spot those that bite camouflage and blend |
[02:47.35] | Those that got styles they got identical twins |
[02:49.79] | Don' t stretch the small thing copycats are finnicky |
[02:52.54] | Without skills they master the art of mimicry |
[02:55.35] | But I go line for line on the whole page |
[02:58.10] | Your unspotted life on the mic is old age |