Luyện nghe bài hát Conditioner

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

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

MC conditioner, you could never say this a amateur
MC conditioner, you could 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
Somethin' for the

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

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 boy's a amateur
MC conditioner, you could say this boy's a amateur

Mr. No-meaner, pussy
I fo' heaters when I'm dippin' with my vita
Suckers wanna beat us, join us but we don't need 'em
Pump 'em and defeat 'em, 'em, and delete 'em
negro right here pimps hoes
I smoke so much dope I have ya at the nose
Since my buddy at these hoes wit a bud a rose
It just so happens I'm the nigga that she
I flows above the rest, mos'
Got you yo' ass, and you throwin' 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 it, how you like it and how you get it?
Do that damn thing and bullshittin' wit it

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

Yeah,

Yeah, that 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 that dope shit y'all
make you wanna roll up and smoke shit y'all
To the y'all, you can't sleep y'all
On my flow y'all niggas don't y'all

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

Wu rollin', throwin' the first rap slogan
Heroes of Hogan, shot up the clothin'
blow up, rolled up in rappers like pennies
My brother tracks on the behalf of many
With the wisdom, power of, science experts
Self applyin', put giants in the network
The compact disc and live cults
multiply our strength, on a worldwide note
Yes, what,

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