ฟังเพลงWu-Gambinos (Hidden Chambers Remix)

Song: Wu-Gambinos

Artist: Münchner Barocksolisten

And in our line of work

we need all the help we can get

Tony Wind is the name

he works for a drug ring

in Central America

Who wants to kill him?

No information, say yes or no

One point five million

Alright, you get what you want

money's no object

They're all clean

no serial numbers, untraceable

And there are explosive

head bullets, in the clip

come here Sun

Come here for a minute!

Aiyyo aiyyo hold up hold up

Shit we gotta go to the store

for more baking soda

Yo yo yo get your f**kin

yo this made of glass nig!

Get your big Adidas off

my moms table man!

Get the f**k off it man

Yo just chill man

pass the Cristal man.

Niggaz is greedy man, damn

Big ass shits

Yo man you ain't smoking

none of that weed in here man

Chill man

Bobby Steels

Somebody go to the store man

Sup kid?

Get that baking soda

(Yo!) Let's cut the pie five ways

We came off with two mil kid

Fast

(Rollie Fingers,

no doubt coming through)

La cosa nostra

(Johnny Blaze!)

(Lou Diamonds!)

Represent kid.

(Tony Starks)

Universal frontier

(Original blood claat bad bwoys)

Who come to get you? None.

They want guns!

I be the first to set off shit

last to run

Wu roll together as one

I call my brother

Sun cuz he shine like one

Check it

Scriptures hit the body

like sawed off shotties

Like my hair notty

and my nosepiece snotty

F**k a nigga hottie

that whole pussy probably

Burn like the deserts of Mogabi

for real

Ain't nuttin fraudulent here

we pioneer

Commandeer a new frontier

this be the Wu yeah

Thirty-six chambers of fear, huh

you lost it

Information leakin out your faucets

Time to forfeit your crown

and leave the ground

There's a new sheriff in town

holdin it down

It's the two holster

shit shot smoker

Wanted dead or alive

bounty on the poster

Wild in the West

a student of my culture

And life is the test, hold up

Let a nigga catch his breath

we still payin dues

And the last one is death

back to the essence

With that shit you stressin

this rap profession

Now peep Tical

the son of the Shaolin

Isle plus my style

Criminology pays

The last times and days

Johnny fuckin Blaze

This goes for niggaz who know

Wu will grow like llello, ley no

Plus coolin in Barbados

Ricaans be givin me much shit

the dutch shit

Stay cool papi

seize it with enough shit

Back at the lab a

crack's bagged up

Yo niggaz act up

what blow up the workers if they hafta

Senoritas, f**kin up a storm

buyin guards margaritas

Suckin his dick, up in the whip long

Designed for rhyme prime

nigga jail time jiggas

Them niggaz up

in Height figures bitin niggaz

Silks Wally-Wear

finger rolled chain yeah

Jakes beware black rap millionaires

Rock hairs leather goose

bears blowin this year

One eight hundredgambino niggaz

Solid gold crown is shinin

Solid gold, check it Sun yo

Solid gold crown be shinin

and blindin like some diamonds

I be pioneerin the style in the cloud

with silver linings

Double breasted

bullet proof vested

well protected

The heart the rib cage the chest

and solar plexus

Castin stones

crackin two-hundred and six bones

And watch yo' ass get blown

to a sea of fire and brimstone

How dare you approach it

with dim pones

The overfiend like noah bean

green souls with a soldier mean

The grand exquisite

imperial wizard oh is it

The Ryzarector come

to pay your ass a visit

Local bio-chemical

universal giant, the black general

Lickin shots to Davy Crockett

on the bicentennial

Happen millenium two thousand

microchips two shots of penicillin

goes up your adrenalin son

it's time for boutin

It's a mileage resemblin niggaz

who like followin

Trapped inside your projects

like a genie inside the bottle

God steppin forth upon

holy down of the track

It's the sound that surrounds

and hurts me like I'm under attack

So I decided

to bite down on the mic

So the pain of the track

won't deny the fact

That I'm the Master

for what lurks, is an expert

That hurts the individual

who tries to visual-ize under

Cuz I strike, like thunder

Niggaz couldn't stand my heat

it's unbearable

My wisdom f**ks up

your respiratorial

Systems are fractured

by the killa tactics

Style is ragged and thoughts

are mad jagged

Enter the entity, my vicinity

Is three hundred

and sixty degrees of humidity

Represent the school of hard

knocks and glocks my

Clan is hoss and got mad

moss for blocks so

Feel the force of impact

from the iron side of

The gat as I attack the track

From the blind side of the pack

Starks pass the chrome

Watch a nigga get blown out

his muthafuckin dome

piece, deceased, laid to rest

Who come to get you? None.

They want guns!

I be the first to set off shit

last to run

Wu roll together as one

I call my brother

Sun cuz he shine like one

Yo, aiyyo I got to serve them my way

move give me room

Holdin up your saloon

clean sweep, like a broom

Full moons make me howl

like a wolf outta breath

Sold only new vocal cords

I heard Genius on Gef

So step back, to the lab at

high velocity

My teammate

enhance cells well like a pharmacy

F**k horado pablos

plan growas bravo

Goodfellas we know

best sellas become novels

The man rockin head bands

silk scarves and jams

Early 80's british rock, playboys

mocks, and shams

The laser beam vocalist does well

at symphonies

Bad days, watch me snatch ice

right outta Tiffany's

Remember them kids

that came off with 8 million

Robbed the Brinks

and I labelled in royal pavillions

Them flower heads

must have been stupid

Tell me how the f**k black niggaz

get caught wit all that loot kid

That's jet money,

undaground money

Submarines and rings too bad

you fucked up dummies

Cosa cosa, come on...