Luyện nghe bài hát Conditioner

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

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

MC conditioner, you could never say this boy's a
MC conditioner, you could 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 d O double G
for the 2000

Your Mama Peter, Papa name Cita
Fuck nigga, when it come to the heater
Be the elevator, eater
Too desperator, got shot, a
Hit a nigga later, he got to '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
High caded, you kept it checkmated
What a waste, I'm up in yo' face like
All you niggas I'm you in your place

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
MC conditioner, you could never say this a amateur

Mr. No-meaner, ho-beater
I keep fo' heaters when I'm dippin' with my
Suckers they wanna beat us, join us but we need 'em
Pump 'em and 'em, dump 'em, and delete 'em
This negro here pimps hoes
I smoke so 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 the rest, mos' def'
Got you yo' ass, and you throwin' up yo' set

Whatever you do, you keepin' it
Big Dogg and ODB, I you knew
Ooh, the Wu, is back up in motherfucker
Ooh, and Snoop, is burnin' rubber on truckers
a dog day afternoon
The go bang and the bang go boom
How you it, how you like it and how you get it?
Do that thing and quit bullshittin' wit it

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

Yeah,

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

You see my style but wild
You witness the rhyme, but dimes
The eightball murder verse, or rehearsed
I MC's whether I'm last or first
What, what, what, what, hazardous
Visual forgotten art
That fell apart, the blood ran from the heart
Pump through the street, razor re-break beats
Packed seats, rapid fire at off track meets
And an arm tank, rank, heavy metal shank
Blow 'em off the when they ships approach the bank

Wu niggas rollin', throwin' the rap slogan
Heroes of Hogan, shot up the clothin'
Quickly blow up, up in rappers like pennies
My brother stack tracks on the behalf of
the wisdom, power of, science from experts
Self applyin', put giants in the network
The compact disc and televised cults
Will our strength, on a worldwide note
Yes, what,

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