Luyện nghe bài hát Conditioner

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

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

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

Yeah,
Wu-Tang
Big d O double 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 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
caded, 'cuz you kept it checkmated
What a waste, I'm up in yo' like what
All you niggas I'm puttin' you in place

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

Mr. No-meaner, pussy
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, 'em, and delete 'em
negro right here pimps hoes
I smoke so dope I have ya bloody at the nose
Since my buddy at these wit a bud like a rose
It just so I'm the nigga that she chose
I flows the rest, mos' def'
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 up in this motherfucker
Ooh, and Snoop, is burnin' rubber on truckers
It's a dog day
The go bang and the bang go boom
How you it, how you like it and how you get it?
Do that damn thing and 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 this a amateur

Yeah,

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

You see my style but wild
You the rhyme, nothin' but dimes
The eightball verse, freestyle or rehearsed
I wreck MC's I'm last or first
What, what, what, what, dart
Visual forgotten art
That fell apart, 'til the ran from the heart
Pump through the street, 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 they approach the bank

Wu rollin', throwin' the first rap slogan
of Hogan, shot up the military clothin'
Quickly up, rolled up in rappers like pennies
My stack tracks on the behalf of many
With the wisdom, power of, from experts
applyin', that put giants in the network
The compact disc and televised live
multiply 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 your body