Luyện nghe bài hát Fam (Members Only)

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

Prepare for the mic swift with the sword
Slick Lord, holdin my weight homing
The crowd roared for the peeps for the streets
I reeped and sewed, scriptures weeved and
Behold gold for the people
on the weekend
Wu-Tang, Biggie live at the beacon
Backstage drinks on the the show was bangin
Grey Goosin, Wu was Tanquerayin
Allah schools in session
The speakin
I'm knowledging
Snake handshakes and fake
Waiting for the to devour
and splatter ya of powder
I'm a slave to the
but never to a mental and power
The hour has
We got eleven to one son
You off, too late to break off
are hazardous to the health, bomb stealth
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 members
Yo (strictly fam only)
Yo, yo what we (stand for?) Loyalty
What we strive for?
what we and (die for?)
(Strictly fam only)
(Strictly fam only)

Ayo ayo
minds think alike
We used to drink all
Think about things thats wrong and how to it right
Ice bottles of brass, time flashes
A hundred passes
Before the God us
What's the miles of the planet?
Why is the axis
How much is by water?
How is granite?

God body be flowing like the chi energy your artery
as a polished rock against a tank
The force of my wheel kill shooting blanks
Just from the sound alone ya heads
scorin in the red zone you best of head home
or get thrown to the dead
Son we need to ill, interupt the Grammy show and teach the

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

I grew up around block ready to rock
Behind a roll nigga wit my rhyme on
First shot first nigga who had to pop
My bad weather blew the off a hundred flocks
Seventy precent goose, thirty
Get if each link in ya chain is truck
Can't come in this cypha wit nine snipers
Charged off the from the pied pipers
Walk around B-Boys, DJ's,
rap, never thinkin their ways of TV
It was strictly all about about rhyme clout
The R.E.C. Room, two dollars with the flyer, three
Now his wigs pushed back, name's removed off the
Too to reanact, with tax
Thats the price to pay, my goal is to aim and
My night is the as day

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