Luyện nghe bài hát Conditioner

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

MC conditioner, you could say this 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

Yeah,
clan
Big Snoop d O G
Somethin' for the

Your Mama name Peter, name Cita
that nigga, when 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, 'cuz you it checkmated
What a waste, I'm up in yo' like what
All you niggas I'm puttin' you in your

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 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
'em and defeat 'em, dump 'em, and delete 'em
This negro here pimps hoes
I smoke so much dope I ya bloody at the nose
my buddy at these 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 up in this motherfucker
Ooh, and Snoop, is rubber on these truckers
a dog day afternoon
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 never say this boy is a amateur
MC conditioner, you could say this boy's 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 never say this boy's a amateur
MC conditioner, you could never say boy's a amateur

Yeah,

Yeah, pump that shit,
Check, 1, 2, yes, yes, yes
Yes, yes y'all, to my niggas
To my click y'all, you can't quit
Wu-Tang bangin' 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 niggas don't know y'all

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

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

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