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

Prepare for the mic onslaught swift the sword
Slick Lord, my weight homing abroad
The crowd roared for the playing for the streets
I reeped and sewed, scriptures weeved and
Behold gold for the people
Fresh on the
Wu-Tang, Biggie smalls live at the
Backstage on the house the show was bangin
Grey Goosin, Wu was Tanquerayin
Allah schools in session
The speakin
I'm knowledging
Snake handshakes and hugs
Waiting for the to devour
and splatter ya of powder
I'm a slave to the
but never to a mental deaf and
The has come
We got eleven to one son
You done off, too late to off
are hazardous to the health, bomb stealth
Rifle stay M-16, what I mean?
Know I mean?

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

Ayo ayo
Great think alike
We used to drink all
Think about things thats wrong and how to make it
Ice cold bottles of brass, time
A blunts passes
the God asked us
What's the miles of the planet?
Why is the slanted?
How much is covered by
How much is

God body be flowing like the chi inside your artery
Faithful as a polished against a tank
The force of my still kill shooting blanks
Just from the sound 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 show and teach the kids

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

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

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