Luyện nghe bài hát Intro (4:21... The Day After)

Stop look and listen, who coming up?
And y'all was dumb enough to that Method's number's up
Pockets so fat, they need a tuck, you hungry fucks
Can sum it up, I my money up, spit at a honey
Then split a Dutch, roll it up, can't roll with us
If you can't hold your liquor, throw it up, y'all what up
See we niggas, ain't no ho in us, the flow is nuts
I'm off the meter, momma wished that I was off the
But, for now, I got this game up in the clutch
Plus, the silverback swigger, shot of Tequila to the gut
Nigga, trust, I got that up
What y'all ain't feelin' us? Ain't ya
half ya niggas posing similar, yea
Ladies and gents, I think game need a enema, yea
It's "common sense", I Used 2 Love H.E.R., now pimpin' her, yeah
But if you Enter the Wu-Tang, you
Like somebody tied together shoestring, now listen
I'm the, real deal, come on, come back to get ya like bad
Y'all niggas is throwing rocks with glass
the court system, pleading the fifth
And if Def Jam is deaf, start reading my
I'm cocky, I got my reasons and shit
They ain't built a man that can stop me feeding my kids

And if you know where I'm coming from, never know where I been
likely, where ya start at will be the place where you end
And hating on him, hating on them
right, anybody hating on him, hating on them, motherfuckers