Luyện nghe bài hát Conditioner

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

Tired of takin' bullets for niggas and shit
Know what I'm
Catchin' 45s, being by the government, shit 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 never say this a amateur
MC conditioner, you could never say boy's a amateur
MC conditioner, you could never say boy's a amateur

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

Your Mama name Peter, Papa name
Fuck that nigga, when it come to the
Be the elevator, eater
Too desperator, got shot, a
Hit a later, he got to vacate '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 like
All you I'm puttin' you in your place

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 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 beat us, join us but we need 'em
Pump 'em and defeat 'em, 'em, and delete 'em
This negro right here pimps
I smoke so much dope I have ya bloody at the
Since my buddy at these hoes wit a bud a rose
It just so happens I'm the that she chose
I above the rest, mos' def'
Got you shakin' yo' ass, and you up yo' set

Whatever you do, you keepin' it
Big Dogg and ODB, I you knew
Ooh, the Wu, is back up in this
Ooh, and Snoop, is burnin' rubber on these
a dog day afternoon
The clan go bang and the go boom
How you love it, how you 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 never say this boy's a amateur
MC conditioner, you could never say this boy's a
MC conditioner, you could never say boy's a amateur
MC conditioner, you could never say this a amateur
MC conditioner, you could never say this boy's a

Yeah,

Yeah, pump shit, testin'
Check, 1, 2, yes, yes, yes
Yes, yes y'all, to my niggas
To my click y'all, you quit y'all
bangin' that dope shit y'all
That make you 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 but wild
You witness the rhyme, nothin' but
The murder verse, freestyle or rehearsed
I wreck whether I'm last or first
What, what, what, what, dart
long forgotten art
That fell apart, 'til the blood ran from the
Pump through the street, razor re-break beats
Packed seats, rapid fire raps at off meets
And an arm tank, high rank, metal shank
Blow 'em off the plank when they approach the bank

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

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