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 swolled up Toucan
If you think you can fuck wit the Wu
You get ya swolen up like Toucan
If you think you can fuck wit the wu
you get ya nose up like Toucan
Sam, and we don't give a
soaked in oil so the Tec can't jam
Sippin on RUM, coconut juice
Smokin on chocolate stick
Open up two bottles of that brass monkey on some drunkie
You R&B rappers suck a monkey dick
I'm from in the days
the Christmas for haze
on my back, out black
You that?
braids in my head
My girl stays in the bed and she to lay the eggs

Prepare for the mic onslaught with the sword
Slick Lord, holdin my weight homing
The crowd for the peeps playing for the streets
I reeped and sewed, scriptures and woved
Behold gold for the people
Fresh on the
Wu-Tang, smalls live at the beacon
Backstage drinks on the house the was bangin
Brothers Grey Goosin, Wu was
Allah teaching schools in
The speakin
I'm just
handshakes and fake hugs
Waiting for the hour to
and splatter ya heads of
I'm a slave to the
but to a mental deaf and power
The has come
We got y'all to one son
You done off, too to break off
Tactics are hazardous to the health, bomb
Rifle stay M-16, what I mean?
Know I mean?

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

Ayo ayo
Great minds alike
We to drink all night
Think things thats wrong and how to make it right
Ice cold of brass, time flashes
A hundred passes
Before the God us
the square miles of the planet?
Why is the slanted?
How much is by water?
How much is

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

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

I up around block parties ready to rock
Behind a roll nigga wit my rhyme on
First shot 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 cypha wit nine snipers
Charged off the juice from the pipers
around B-Boys, DJ's, MC's
Through rap, never their ways of TV
It was strictly all about about magnificent rhyme
The R.E.C. Room, two dollars with the flyer, without
Now his wigs pushed back, removed off the plaque
Too wild to reanact, tax
Thats the to pay, my goal is to aim and spray
My night is the as day

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