Luyện nghe bài hát Conditioner

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

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

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

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

Your Mama name Peter, Papa name
Fuck that nigga, when it come to the
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
caded, 'cuz you kept it checkmated
What a waste, I'm up in yo' like what
All you niggas I'm puttin' you in your

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

Mr. No-meaner, pussy
I fo' heaters when I'm dippin' with my vita
Suckers they beat us, join us but we don't need 'em
Pump 'em and defeat 'em, 'em, and delete 'em
This right here pimps hoes
I so much dope I have ya bloody at the nose
my buddy at these hoes wit a bud like a rose
It so happens I'm the nigga that she chose
I above 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 and the bang go boom
How you it, how you like 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 never say boy's a amateur
MC conditioner, you could never say this boy's a
MC conditioner, you could never say boy's a amateur
MC conditioner, you could never say boy's a amateur
MC conditioner, you could never say this boy's a

Yeah,

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

You see my calm but wild
You witness the rhyme, but dimes
The murder verse, freestyle or rehearsed
I wreck MC's whether I'm 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
seats, rapid fire raps at off track meets
And an arm tank, rank, heavy metal shank
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 like pennies
My stack tracks on the behalf of many
With the wisdom, power of, science experts
Self applyin', put giants in the network
The compact and televised live cults
Will multiply our strength, on a note
Yes, what,

Yes, yes y'all, you stop
You keep on, the break of dawn
Ah yes, yes y'all, you stop
Ah known to make your body rock