ฟังเพลงThe Monument (Explicit)

The Monument - Wu Tang Clan

Yeah, yeah yeah now,

What the fuck now?

Flipmode Wu-Tang shit,

What the fuck now?

Yeah yeah yeah

Historical and monumental shit

What the fuck now?

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Straight smack a nigga right

In the face like this was handball

Or make a mural out his

Face up on a damn wall

Niggas play hard and shit,

If you know what's best for you

Why y'all niggas better safeguard your shit

Even though we rep brass knuckle rap

Fuck with street geniuses and

Bowlegged chicks who walk with a gap

Street niggas now the corporate boss

Still go to why y'all restaurant for

Steamed fish and Irish moss

And why-yo, the way we do it

And you see how my shit bomb

Your whole show wack and

I'm a cancel your sitcom

Fuck a nigga broad 'til

Ahe tired and real calm

You ain't knowing my name tattooed

On your bitch arm

The way we blow shit is a shame

Casually bust my gun and celebrate busting

A cork on the champagne

Wrote you with a whole new approach

That lead a whole team of niggas

Why'all should know

I only ball like a coach, now!

Check out the light fixture,

Freak lines like white bitches

Let the mic lines hang

That slang is ridiculous

Emperor of warlords,

Big gun only fuck with sawed-offs

That's my specialty, more to bust

Shot out my bed parrot keep it gangster lord

I analyze your work those

That got merked were not established

Texture look classy,

Arm baby 2000 raspberry

S-5, blowin through Asbury

Soon to own steakhouses,

Glowin like makeover thousand

Them them niggas, robbing from Pinkhouse's

Show and prove, knocking off cab drivers

God, sodomize money,

Ring two hundred thousand

See the color of the carved out Wu emblem

Baby, it's all designers,

Tailor-made Wu gooses

Limousine, automatic new Uzi's in 'em yo

Relax, cousin just cruise through,

Jewels with him

Move up the block,

Giant box blast my song

Non-stop strictly hip-hop, march on

Doo-rag hang long, metal tape is high-bias

Graphics, captured with the colorful, iris

I zoom in, while the listeners tune in

Some assuming they paid dues

And joined the union

Lost nigga couldn't rumble in this wild jungle

Quick to crumble, type to be

On the stand and fumble

Divine Master, threw on the track

That made 'em bleed

He produce at unattainable rains of top speed

This powerful magnet, that left 'em stagnant

Was unlikely in cameras in larger fragments

Un-filled rifle, scout sniper, shots precise

Starlight scope, with the night vision device

Splendid marksman,

That'll shoot the one off the dice

Split a grain of rice,

In one shot we kill 'em twice