Luyện nghe bài hát Conditioner

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

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

MC conditioner, you never say this boy's 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

Yeah,
Wu-Tang
Big d O double G
for the 2000

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

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

Mr. No-meaner, ho-beater
I fo' heaters when I'm dippin' with my vita
Suckers they wanna us, join us but we don't need 'em
Pump 'em and defeat 'em, 'em, and delete 'em
This negro here pimps hoes
I smoke so much dope I have ya at the nose
Since my buddy at hoes wit a bud like a rose
It just so happens I'm the nigga that she
I flows above the rest, def'
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 motherfucker
Ooh, and Snoop, is rubber on these truckers
It's a dog day
The clan go and the bang go boom
How you love it, how you it and how you get it?
Do that damn thing and quit wit it

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

Yeah,

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

You see my style calm but
You witness the rhyme, nothin' but
The murder verse, freestyle or rehearsed
I wreck MC's whether I'm or first
What, what, what, what, dart
Visual forgotten art
fell apart, 'til the blood ran from the heart
Pump through the street, razor make re-break
seats, rapid fire raps at off track meets
And an arm tank, high rank, heavy metal
Blow 'em off the plank when they ships approach the

Wu niggas rollin', throwin' the first rap
Heroes of Hogan, shot up the military
Quickly up, rolled up in rappers like pennies
My brother stack on the behalf of many
the wisdom, power of, science from experts
Self applyin', that put giants in the
The compact disc and live cults
Will multiply our strength, on a worldwide
Yes, what,

Yes, yes y'all, you stop
You keep on, the break of dawn
Ah yes, yes y'all, you don't
Ah known to make your body rock