Luyện nghe bài hát Conditioner

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

Tired of takin' bullets for niggas and shit
Know 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

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

Yeah,
clan
Big Snoop d O G
for the 2000

Your Mama name Peter, name Cita
Fuck that nigga, 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 flash
Bad gas, Macintosh, the is red
Pee in the bed, I'm
For 29 years, no
High caded, 'cuz you kept it
What a waste, I'm up in yo' face what
All you niggas I'm puttin' you in your

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

Mr. No-meaner, ho-beater
I keep fo' when 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
This negro right pimps hoes
I so much dope I have ya bloody at the nose
Since my buddy at hoes wit a bud like a rose
It just so happens I'm the nigga that she
I above the rest, mos' def'
Got you yo' ass, and you throwin' up yo' set

Whatever you do, you keepin' it
Big Dogg and ODB, I you knew
Ooh, the Wu, is up in this motherfucker
Ooh, and Snoop, is burnin' rubber on these
It's a dog day
The clan go bang and the 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 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
MC conditioner, you could never say this boy's a
MC conditioner, you could say this boy's 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 can't quit
Wu-Tang bangin' that dope y'all
That you wanna roll up and smoke shit y'all
To the beat y'all, you sleep y'all
On my flow y'all niggas know y'all

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

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

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