Luyện nghe bài hát Conditioner

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

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

MC conditioner, you could never say boy's 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,
clan
Big Snoop d O G
for the 2000

Your Mama name Peter, Papa name
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 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
a waste, I'm up in yo' face like what
All you niggas I'm you in your place

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

Mr. No-meaner, ho-beater
I keep fo' heaters I'm dippin' with my vita
Suckers they wanna beat us, join us but we don't 'em
Pump 'em and defeat 'em, dump 'em, and 'em
negro right here pimps hoes
I smoke so much dope I have ya at the nose
my buddy at these hoes wit a bud like a rose
It just so I'm the nigga that she chose
I flows above the rest, mos'
Got you shakin' yo' ass, and you up yo' set

Whatever you do, you it true
Big and ODB, I thought you knew
Ooh, the Wu, is back up in this
Ooh, and Snoop, is burnin' rubber on truckers
It's a dog day
The clan go bang and the go boom
How you love it, how you it and how you get it?
Do damn thing and quit bullshittin' wit it

MC conditioner, you could say this boy is 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 say this boy's a amateur
MC conditioner, you could never say 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 quit y'all
Wu-Tang bangin' that dope shit
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 eightball verse, freestyle or rehearsed
I wreck MC's I'm last or first
What, what, what, what, dart
Visual long art
That fell apart, the blood ran from the heart
Pump through the street, make re-break beats
Packed seats, rapid fire raps at off meets
And an arm tank, rank, heavy metal shank
Blow 'em off the plank when they ships approach the

Wu niggas rollin', the first rap slogan
Heroes of Hogan, shot up the military
Quickly blow up, rolled up in 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 disc and televised live cults
Will our strength, on a worldwide note
Yes, what,

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