Luyện nghe bài hát Fam (Members Only)

Yo, yea it... yo, yo yo yo
Yo, if you think you can fuck wit the Wu
Get ya nose swolled up Toucan
If you think you can wit the Wu Clan
You get ya nose swolen up like
If you think you can wit the wu clan
you get ya swolen up like Toucan
Sam, and we don't give a
Bullets in oil so the Tec can't jam
on Carribean RUM, coconut juice
Smokin on that stick
Open up two bottles of that brass monkey on some drunkie
You R&B fake rappers suck a monkey
I'm from back in the
with the for haze
on my back, out black
You like
Seven in my head
My girl in the bed and she love to lay the eggs

Prepare for the mic onslaught with the sword
Slick Lord, holdin my weight homing
The crowd roared for the peeps for the streets
I and sewed, scriptures weeved and woved
Behold gold for the people
on the weekend
Wu-Tang, Biggie live at the beacon
Backstage on the house the show was bangin
Grey Goosin, Wu was Tanquerayin
Allah teaching in session
The speakin
I'm just
Snake and fake hugs
for the hour to devour
and splatter ya heads of
I'm a slave to the
but to a mental deaf and power
The hour has
We got eleven to one son
You off, too late to break off
Tactics are hazardous to the health, bomb
Rifle stay M-16, what I mean?
what I mean?

Yo what we (stand for?) Loyalty
What we for? Righteousness
we live and (die for?)
Strictly fam only
Yo (strictly fam only)
Yo, yo what we (stand for?) Loyalty
What we for? Righteousness
we live and (die for?)
(Strictly fam only)
(Strictly fam only)

Ayo ayo
minds think alike
We to drink all night
Think about things wrong and how to make it right
Ice cold bottles of brass, flashes
A hundred blunts
Before the God us
the square miles of the planet?
Why is the slanted?
How much is covered by
How is granite?

God body be like the chi energy inside your artery
Faithful as a polished against a tank
The of my wheel still kill shooting blanks
Just from the sound alone ya blown
Still scorin in the red zone you best of head
or get thrown to the zone
Son we need to ill, interupt the Grammy and teach the kids

Yo Just', what we stand
What we strive
What we live
we give for?
What we die
fam members only
Strictly fam members

I up around block parties ready to rock
Behind a nigga wit my rhyme on cock
shot first nigga who had shit to pop
My bad weather the feathers off a hundred flocks
Seventy precent goose, thirty
Get stuck if each in ya chain is truck
Can't come in this rhyme cypha wit nine
Charged off the from the pied pipers
Walk around B-Boys, DJ's,
Through rap, never their ways of TV
It was strictly all about about magnificent clout
The R.E.C. Room, two dollars with the flyer, without
Now his pushed back, name's removed off the plaque
Too to reanact, with tax
Thats the price to pay, my is to aim and spray
My night is the as day

Yo Just', what we stand
What we for?
we live for?
What we for?
we die for?
Strictly fam members
fam members only