Luyện nghe bài hát Conditioner

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

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

MC conditioner, you never say this 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 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, when it come to the
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 what
All you niggas I'm you in your place

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

Mr. No-meaner, pussy
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 right here pimps hoes
I smoke so much dope I have ya at the nose
Since my buddy at hoes wit a bud like a rose
It just so happens I'm the nigga she chose
I flows the rest, mos' def'
Got you shakin' yo' ass, and you up yo' set

Whatever you do, you it true
Big Dogg and ODB, I thought you
Ooh, the Wu, is back up in motherfucker
Ooh, and Snoop, is burnin' rubber on truckers
It's a dog day
The clan go bang and the bang go
How you it, how you like 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 say this boy's a amateur
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 never say this a amateur

Yeah,

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

You see my style but wild
You witness the rhyme, but dimes
The eightball verse, freestyle or rehearsed
I wreck MC's whether I'm last or
What, what, what, what, dart
long forgotten art
That fell apart, 'til the ran from the heart
Pump through the street, razor make beats
Packed seats, rapid raps at off track meets
And an arm tank, high rank, metal shank
Blow 'em off the plank when ships approach the bank

Wu rollin', throwin' the first rap slogan
Heroes of Hogan, up the military clothin'
Quickly blow up, rolled up in rappers like
My brother tracks on the behalf of many
With the wisdom, power of, science from
applyin', that put giants in the network
The compact disc and televised cults
Will 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 body