Luyện nghe bài hát Conditioner

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

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

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

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

Your Mama Peter, Papa name Cita
that nigga, when it come to the heater
Be the elevator, pussy
Too desperator, got shot, a
Hit a nigga later, he got to '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
High caded, 'cuz you it checkmated
What a waste, I'm up in yo' like what
All you niggas I'm you in your 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 boy's a
MC conditioner, you could say this boy's a amateur

Mr. No-meaner, pussy
I keep fo' heaters when I'm with my vita
Suckers they wanna us, join us but we don't need 'em
Pump 'em and 'em, dump 'em, and delete 'em
This negro right here hoes
I smoke so much dope I have ya bloody at the
Since my buddy at these wit a bud like a rose
It just so happens I'm the nigga that she
I flows above the rest, mos'
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 up in this motherfucker
Ooh, and Snoop, is burnin' on these truckers
a dog day afternoon
The clan go and the bang 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 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 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

Yeah,

Yeah, pump that shit,
Check, 1, 2, yes, yes, yes
Yes, yes y'all, to my y'all
To my y'all, you can't quit y'all
Wu-Tang bangin' dope 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 know

You see my style calm but
You witness the rhyme, but dimes
The murder verse, freestyle or rehearsed
I MC's whether I'm last or first
What, what, what, what, hazardous
Visual long art
fell apart, 'til 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, high rank, heavy shank
Blow 'em off the plank when they ships the bank

Wu rollin', throwin' the first rap slogan
Heroes of Hogan, up the military clothin'
Quickly up, rolled 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 live cults
multiply our strength, on a worldwide note
Yes, what,

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