Luyện nghe bài hát Conditioner

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

Tired of motherfucking bullets for niggas and shit
what I'm sayin'?
Catchin' 45s, being chased by the government, like 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 never say boy's a amateur
MC conditioner, you never say this boy's a amateur
MC conditioner, you could never say this a amateur

Yeah,
Wu-Tang
Big Snoop d O G
Somethin' for the

Your Mama name Peter, Papa name
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 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 never say this a amateur
MC conditioner, you could never say this a amateur
MC conditioner, you could never say this 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, us but we don't need 'em
Pump 'em and defeat 'em, dump 'em, and 'em
This negro right here 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 happens I'm the nigga that she
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 back up in motherfucker
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 that damn thing and bullshittin' wit it

MC conditioner, you never say this boy is a amateur
MC conditioner, you could never say boy's a amateur
MC conditioner, you could never say this boy's a
MC conditioner, you could never say this boy's a
MC conditioner, you could never say this a amateur
MC conditioner, you never say this 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' that shit y'all
That make you wanna roll up and smoke shit
To the beat y'all, you sleep y'all
On my flow y'all niggas don't y'all

You see my style but wild
You witness the rhyme, nothin' but
The eightball murder verse, freestyle or
I MC's whether I'm last or first
What, what, what, what, hazardous
long forgotten art
That fell apart, 'til the blood ran 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', the first rap slogan
Heroes of Hogan, up the military clothin'
Quickly blow up, up in rappers like pennies
My brother tracks on the behalf of many
the wisdom, power of, science from experts
Self applyin', put giants in the network
The compact disc and televised live
Will multiply our strength, on a worldwide
Yes, what,

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