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 swolled up like Toucan
If you think you can wit the Wu Clan
You get ya swolen up like Toucan
If you you can fuck wit the wu clan
you get ya nose swolen up like
Sam, and we give a damn
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 on some drunkie shit
You R&B fake rappers suck a dick
I'm back in the days
with the Christmas for
on my back, out black
You that?
Seven braids in my
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 abroad
The crowd for the peeps playing for the streets
I reeped and sewed, weeved and woved
Behold gold for the people
on the weekend
Wu-Tang, Biggie smalls at the beacon
Backstage drinks on the house the show was
Brothers Grey Goosin, Wu was
Allah schools in session
The speakin
I'm knowledging
Snake handshakes and hugs
for the hour to devour
and splatter ya heads of
I'm a slave to the
but never to a deaf 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 M-16, know what I mean?
what I mean?

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

Ayo ayo
Great minds think
We to drink all night
Think about things thats wrong and how to make it
Ice cold bottles of brass, time
A blunts passes
Before the God us
What's the square miles of the
Why is the slanted?
How is covered by water?
How is granite?

God body be flowing the chi energy inside your artery
Faithful as a polished rock a tank
The force of my wheel still kill shooting
Just the sound alone ya heads 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 for?
we live for?
What we give
What we die
fam members only
Strictly fam only

I grew up around block parties to rock
Behind a nigga wit my rhyme on cock
First shot first who had shit to pop
My bad weather blew the feathers off a flocks
Seventy precent goose, duck
Get stuck if each link in ya is truck
Can't come in this rhyme cypha wit nine
Charged off the from the pied pipers
around B-Boys, DJ's, MC's
Through rap, thinkin their ways of TV
It was strictly all about about rhyme clout
The R.E.C. Room, two dollars with the flyer, without
Now his wigs pushed back, removed off the plaque
Too to reanact, with tax
the price to pay, my goal is to aim and spray
My is the same as day

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