Luyện nghe bài hát Conditioner

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

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

MC conditioner, you could never say 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

Yeah,
clan
Big d O double G
for the 2000

Your Mama name Peter, Papa Cita
Fuck that nigga, when it to the heater
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 kept it
What a waste, I'm up in yo' face what
All you niggas I'm you in your place

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

Mr. No-meaner, pussy
I keep fo' heaters when I'm with my vita
Suckers they wanna beat us, us but we don't need 'em
Pump 'em and 'em, dump 'em, and delete 'em
This negro right here pimps
I smoke so dope I have ya bloody at the nose
my buddy at these hoes wit a bud like a rose
It just so happens I'm the that she chose
I flows above the rest, 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' on these 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 never say this boy is a
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
MC conditioner, you could never say boy's a amateur
MC conditioner, you never 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' dope shit y'all
That make you wanna roll up and smoke shit
To the y'all, you can't sleep y'all
On my flow y'all niggas don't know

You see my style but wild
You witness the rhyme, but dimes
The eightball verse, freestyle or rehearsed
I MC's whether I'm last or first
What, what, what, what, hazardous
Visual forgotten 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, high rank, heavy metal
Blow 'em off the plank when they ships the bank

Wu niggas rollin', throwin' the first rap
Heroes of Hogan, up the military clothin'
Quickly blow up, rolled up in rappers like
My stack tracks on the behalf of many
With the wisdom, power of, science 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 break of
Ah yes, yes y'all, you stop
Ah Wu-Tang known to your body rock