Luyện nghe bài hát Conditioner

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

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

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

Yeah,
Wu-Tang
Big Snoop d O G
for the 2000

Your Mama Peter, Papa name Cita
Fuck nigga, when it come to the heater
Be the elevator, pussy
Too desperator, got shot, a
Hit a later, he got to vacate 'em
Old dirty corporata, splash, I'm up on the flash
Bad gas, Macintosh, the is red
Pee in the bed, I'm
For 29 years, no
High caded, 'cuz you kept it
a waste, I'm up in yo' face like what
All you niggas I'm you in your place

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

Mr. No-meaner, ho-beater
I keep fo' heaters when I'm dippin' my vita
Suckers wanna beat us, join us but we don't need 'em
'em and defeat 'em, dump 'em, and delete 'em
This right here pimps hoes
I smoke so much dope I have ya at the nose
Since my buddy at these 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 keepin' it
Big and ODB, I thought you knew
Ooh, the Wu, is up in this motherfucker
Ooh, and Snoop, is burnin' rubber on truckers
It's a dog day
The go bang and the bang go boom
How you it, how you like it and how you get it?
Do that damn and quit bullshittin' wit it

MC conditioner, you could say this boy is a amateur
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
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 y'all
To my click y'all, you can't y'all
bangin' that dope shit y'all
That make you wanna roll up and shit y'all
To the beat y'all, you can't y'all
On my flow y'all niggas don't y'all

You see my style calm but
You witness the rhyme, nothin' but
The eightball murder verse, freestyle or
I wreck MC's whether I'm last or
What, what, what, what, dart
Visual long art
fell apart, 'til the blood ran from the heart
Pump the street, razor make re-break beats
seats, rapid fire raps at off track meets
And an arm tank, high rank, metal shank
Blow 'em off the when they ships approach the bank

Wu niggas rollin', throwin' the first rap
Heroes of Hogan, up the military clothin'
blow up, rolled up in rappers like pennies
My brother stack tracks on the of many
With the wisdom, power of, from experts
applyin', that put giants in the network
The compact disc and televised 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 stop
Ah Wu-Tang known to make your rock