Luyện nghe bài hát Conditioner

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

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

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

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

Your Mama name Peter, 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' face like
All you niggas I'm puttin' you in place

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

Mr. No-meaner, ho-beater
I keep fo' when I'm dippin' with my vita
Suckers they beat us, join 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 dope I have ya at the nose
Since my buddy at hoes wit a bud like a rose
It so happens I'm the nigga that she chose
I flows above the rest, def'
Got you yo' ass, and you throwin' up yo' set

Whatever you do, you keepin' it
Big Dogg and ODB, I thought you
Ooh, the Wu, is back up in this
Ooh, and Snoop, is burnin' on these truckers
a dog day afternoon
The go bang and the bang go boom
How you love it, how you it and how you get it?
Do that damn 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 boy's a amateur
MC conditioner, you could never say boy's a amateur
MC conditioner, you never say this boy's a amateur
MC conditioner, you could never say this boy's a

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 y'all
Wu-Tang bangin' that shit y'all
That make you wanna up and smoke shit y'all
To the y'all, you can't sleep y'all
On my flow y'all niggas know y'all

You see my style but wild
You the rhyme, nothin' but dimes
The murder verse, freestyle or rehearsed
I wreck whether I'm last or first
What, what, what, what, dart
Visual long art
That fell apart, 'til the blood ran from the
through the street, razor make re-break beats
Packed seats, rapid fire at off track meets
And an arm tank, high rank, heavy metal
Blow 'em off the plank when ships approach the bank

Wu rollin', throwin' the first rap slogan
of Hogan, shot up the military clothin'
Quickly blow up, up in rappers like pennies
My stack 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 keep on, 'til the break of
Ah yes, yes y'all, you don't
Ah Wu-Tang known to make your rock