Luyện nghe bài hát Ain't Nottin To Fuck With

RZA

[Tiger
style] Tiger style
Yo, huh, huh
Wu-Tang Ain't Nuttin Ta Fuck Wit
Wu-Tang Clan Nuttin Ta Fuck Wit
Wu-Tang Clan Ain't Nuttin Ta Wit
There's to hide once I step inside the room
Dr. Doom, for the boom
BAM! Aw, MAN! I
JAM, that's like Tarzan

One: RZA

I be tossin, enforcin, my is awesome
I'm causin more Feud's than Richard Dawson
And the survey said -- ya
Fatal Flying Guillotine chops off your fuckin
MZA who was Aiyyo, the Wu is back
Makin niggaz go BO BO!, on Super Cat
Me fear no-one, oh no, come
The shogun, killer to the eardrum!

Two: Inspector Deck

I puts the needle to the groove, I rude
And I'm forced to it up
My style carries like a truck
Across the clear blue
Seek the China Sea, I slam tracks like quarterbacks from L.T.
Now why try and test, the Rebel
Blessed the birth, I earth-slam your best
I bake the cake, then take the cake
And eat it, too, with my crew while we state to state!

RZA

And if you want beef, then the ruckus
Wu-Tang Clan nuttin ta fuck with
Straight from the slums that's busted
Wu-Tang Clan ain't ta fuck with

RZA

Hyah!
up, boy!
Represent!
Chop his off, kid!

Verse Method Man

The Meth will out tomorrow,
Styles, is wild, berserk,
Flow, with more afro than
Comin to a fork in the road which way to go just
Method, the Legend, is Sleepy Hollow
In fact I'm a hard act to
I for dolo
comin on through
Niggaz is "Oh, my God, not you!"
Yes, I, to get a slice of the punk and the pie
Rather do die, check my
Flava, comin the RZA
Which is short for the
Who make me true like Deja
Vu! I'm rubber, niggaz is glue
you say rubs off me sticks to you

[Chorus & outs]