Wu-Tang Clan - Mandingo (altyazı ve şarkı sözleri)
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Wu-Tang Clan - Mandingo (en) şarkı sözleri
by RentAnAdviser.com
The Mandingo style takes a strong
back and total breath control
If properly mastered, one's skin
becomes impervious to swords,
spears, and fire, even bullets
Ultimately, one becomes invincible
I'd like to see if you can master
my deadly Shaolin technique
Flying fist
Right
Chef-sharpened blade
It's got fearsome strength
You bastard
Oh, shit
My design is like fine wine drip
Caught in Spellman, yo, he jumped
out of a bag with a bliff
Kept coughing with a mask
on, his flow was windy
Kept flowing, pardon me,
the scarf was Fendi
Copping too much shit for the wiz
Other day, she tried to drive
the god right up the bridge
I was highed out, you know the steeze
since the Ellesse was striped
I'm just a big hustle nigga
with my guns from Dyckman
Runnin' like Starks and
them, hands is flooded
Thirty-fifth, slipped up on
the roof and puffed 'em
We wanna shoot everything
that ain't ours
Now we want the loot every
day and bring flowers
Got the gas like the reefer
in my glass I flex
Get your bling on, eat out
in Pakistan, yo, let's
Shoot big for the stars
who layin' down
And represent them big mighty
bars you layin' now
One hundred
Yeah, ask the mass if Rebel is rude
I put my feet on your table, hawk-
tuah, spit in your food
It's a small thing, you an offspring
Young boy, lose your tongue, boy,
watch how you talk to a king
You heard me? I'm built sturdy,
still in the field, dirty
Amazon in my prime, I
bring it real early
Like that, get it right and exact
Tell a wiretap I be on money like tax
Allah Math, marvelous craft,
carving the path
I charge 2K every bar and a half
Counting cash in the rec room,
bumping that Deck tune
Respect for select few,
the rest is, "F you"
Hip-hop, Deck keep it
fresher than Ziploc
See me in the S6, whippin'
through gridlock
Big shot, stealing your
meal, you on Ramadan
I'm all day with the smoke
like Tommy Chong
Hold the iron mic steady,
one eye on the fetty
Other eye on the petty, start
the Glock, I'm ready
My name hold weight on
the block, all heavy
As a father, I figured
y'all popped already
Got shot already
I'm pissed in the plot, y'all buried
Rollie on the watch all presi'
My drive to the top Andretti
And beyond contrary, lot of paper
gettin' dropped, confetti
Suckers try to knock me out
the box like Skelly
Once upon a time, this
is not like Shkreli
The script on the pot, not reggie
We cop, but the cops know this
twelve play is not R. Kelly
Smell me? Don't try and tell
me I ain't necessary
I'm legendary, Bone Crusher,
I ain't never scary
See, ordinarily, I'm just
extra extraordinary
Your Iron Lung technique is unmatched
It's top notch
It's incredible
It's unbeatable
Beware the Iron Lung
There are so many Wu-Tang
styles to choose from
Right, I'd like to try your
Poppy Wardrobe style
Forgive me, master
Big rings on the finger,
truck all glittery
Ladies love Cappa 'cause
I'm still chivalry
My name on the thousand, you
know I keep browsing
Kiss 'em on the face, unbutton
they blouses
Keep a nice pair of kicks,
beautiful trousers
All my gators get money
and hustle a lot
If you violate me, then
I'ma spoil your plot
Gravitate, stupid-ass
crabs, we eradicate
No disrespect, it's only
dollars we collect
Niggas go hard, so protect your neck
Hood life, that's what I should
like, we stood right
Pussy all day, wish honeys
a good night
I'm pushy all ways and my
money's a good fight
I bite your ear off when
it's time to get hype
Poppy Wardrobe king, all
kinds of outfits
My whole repertoire is just
rhymes and outlets
I don't gotta worry 'cause
y'all don't know nothing
I be outside and y'all be so fronting
Try to ride with y'all, but
y'all don't know function
Stop tryin' to rhyme, none
of y'all can spit
Fuck all of y'all, you
can suck my ****
Your technique is second to none
That was a magnificent display
of the Mandingo style
Quite impressive
Right, now witness my
Shaolin sword style
Splendid
Clan and Mathematics
We do it for everybody,
even the maggots
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