Luyện nghe bài hát Conditioner

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

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

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 a amateur
MC conditioner, you could say this boy's a amateur

Yeah,
Wu-Tang
Big d O double 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 nigga later, he got to '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' face like
All you niggas I'm you in your place

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 this a amateur
MC conditioner, you could say this boy's a amateur

Mr. No-meaner, pussy
I keep fo' heaters when I'm dippin' 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 here pimps hoes
I smoke so much 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 flows above the rest, def'
Got you shakin' yo' ass, and you up yo' set

Whatever you do, you it true
Big Dogg and ODB, I 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 could say this boy is 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 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 shit, testin'
Check, 1, 2, yes, yes, yes
Yes, yes y'all, to my niggas
To my click y'all, you can't y'all
Wu-Tang bangin' that dope shit
That make you roll up and smoke shit y'all
To the beat y'all, you can't y'all
On my flow niggas don't know y'all

You see my calm but wild
You the rhyme, nothin' but dimes
The eightball murder verse, freestyle or
I MC's whether I'm last or first
What, what, what, what, dart
long forgotten art
That fell apart, 'til the blood ran the heart
Pump through the street, razor re-break beats
Packed seats, rapid fire at off track meets
And an arm tank, high rank, metal shank
Blow 'em off the plank they ships approach the bank

Wu niggas rollin', the first rap slogan
Heroes of Hogan, shot up the military
Quickly up, rolled up in rappers like pennies
My brother stack on the behalf of many
With the wisdom, power of, from experts
Self applyin', put giants in the network
The compact disc and televised live
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 don't
Ah Wu-Tang known to your body rock