Luyện nghe bài hát Conditioner

{Know I'm sayin'?
Tired of takin' motherfuckin' bullets for and shit
what I'm sayin'?
Catchin' 45s, being chased by the government, shit like
Bitches you know, mindscapin', to set a nigga up
what I'm sayin'?

Tired of takin' motherfucking for niggas and shit
Know what I'm
Catchin' 45s, being chased by the government, shit that
you know, mindscapin, tryin to set a nigga up
Know what I'm

MC conditioner, you never say this boy's a amateur
MC conditioner, you never say this boy's a amateur
MC conditioner, you could never say this boy's a
MC conditioner, you never say this boy's a amateur

Yeah,
clan
Big Snoop d O G
for the 2000

Your name Peter, Papa name Cita
Fuck that nigga, when it come to the
Be the elevator, pussy
Too desperator, got shot, a
Hit a later, he got to vacate 'em
Old dirty corporata, splash, I'm up on the flash
Bad gas, Macintosh, the is red
Pee in the bed, I'm
For 29 years, no
caded, 'cuz you kept it checkmated
What a waste, I'm up in yo' face like
All you niggas I'm puttin' you in place

MC conditioner, you could never say this a amateur
MC conditioner, you could never say this boy's a
MC conditioner, you could never say this a amateur
MC conditioner, you could never say boy's a amateur

Mr. No-meaner, pussy
I keep fo' heaters when I'm dippin' my vita
Suckers they wanna us, join us but we don't need 'em
Pump 'em and defeat 'em, dump 'em, and 'em
This negro here pimps hoes
I so much dope I have ya bloody at the nose
Since my buddy at hoes wit a bud like a rose
It just so happens I'm the that she chose
I flows above the rest, mos'
Got you shakin' yo' ass, and you up yo' set

Whatever you do, you it true
Big Dogg and ODB, I thought you
Ooh, the Wu, is back up in this
Ooh, and Snoop, is rubber on these truckers
It's a dog day
The clan go bang and the bang go
How you love it, how you it and how you get it?
Do damn thing and quit bullshittin' wit it

MC conditioner, you could never say boy is a amateur
MC conditioner, you never say this boy's a amateur
MC conditioner, you never say this boy's a amateur
MC conditioner, you could never say this a amateur
MC conditioner, you could never say boy's a amateur
MC conditioner, you never say this boy's a amateur

Yeah,

Yeah, pump shit, testin'
Check, 1, 2, yes, yes, yes
Yes, yes y'all, to my niggas
To my click y'all, you can't y'all
Wu-Tang bangin' that dope shit
That make you wanna roll up and shit y'all
To the beat y'all, you sleep y'all
On my flow y'all niggas don't y'all

You see my style but wild
You the rhyme, nothin' but dimes
The murder verse, freestyle or rehearsed
I wreck MC's I'm last or first
What, what, what, what, dart
Visual long art
That apart, 'til the blood ran from the heart
Pump through the street, razor make re-break
Packed seats, rapid fire raps at off track
And an arm tank, high rank, heavy shank
Blow 'em off the plank when they approach the bank

Wu niggas rollin', the first rap slogan
Heroes of Hogan, shot up the clothin'
Quickly blow up, rolled up in like pennies
My brother stack tracks on the of many
With the wisdom, power of, science experts
Self applyin', that put in the network
The compact disc and televised live
Will our strength, on a worldwide note
Yes, what,

Yes, yes y'all, you stop
You keep on, 'til the of dawn
Ah yes, yes y'all, you stop
Ah Wu-Tang known to make body rock