Luyện nghe bài hát Fam (Members Only)

Yo, yea it... yo, yo yo yo
Yo, if you think you can wit the Wu Clan
Get ya nose swolled up Toucan
If you think you can fuck wit the Wu
You get ya nose swolen up like
If you think you can wit the wu clan
you get ya nose swolen up Toucan
Sam, and we give a damn
Bullets soaked in oil so the Tec jam
Sippin on Carribean RUM, coconut
on that chocolate stick
Open up two bottles of that brass on some drunkie shit
You R&B fake rappers suck a dick
I'm from in the days
the Christmas for haze
on my back, out black
You like
braids in my head
My girl in the bed and she love to lay the eggs

Prepare for the mic swift with the sword
Slick Lord, holdin my weight abroad
The crowd for the peeps playing for the streets
I reeped and sewed, scriptures and woved
Behold for the people equal
on the weekend
Wu-Tang, smalls live at the beacon
drinks on the house the show was bangin
Brothers Grey Goosin, Wu was
Allah teaching schools in
The speakin
I'm knowledging
Snake handshakes and fake
for the hour to devour
and splatter ya heads of
I'm a to the rhythm
but never to a mental and power
The hour has
We got y'all to one son
You done off, too to break off
Tactics are to the health, bomb stealth
Rifle stay M-16, know I mean?
Know I mean?

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

Ayo ayo
Great think alike
We used to all night
Think about things thats wrong and how to make it
Ice cold of brass, time flashes
A hundred passes
the God asked us
What's the square miles of the
Why is the axis
How is covered by water?
How is granite?

God body be flowing like the chi energy inside your
Faithful as a rock against a tank
The force of my wheel still kill shooting
Just from the alone ya heads blown
Still 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 the kids

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

I grew up around block ready to rock
a roll nigga wit my rhyme on cock
First shot first who had shit to pop
My bad weather blew the feathers off a hundred
Seventy precent goose, thirty
Get stuck if each link in ya is truck
come in this rhyme cypha wit nine snipers
Charged off the from the pied pipers
Walk B-Boys, DJ's, MC's
Through rap, never thinkin their of TV
It was all about about magnificent rhyme clout
The R.E.C. Room, two with the flyer, three without
Now his pushed back, name's removed off the plaque
Too wild to reanact, tax
Thats the price to pay, my goal is to aim and
My night is the as day

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