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

Stop look and listen, who coming up?
And y'all was dumb enough to think that number's up
Pockets so fat, they need a tummy tuck, you fucks
Can sum it up, I give my money up, at a honey
Then split a honey Dutch, roll it up, can't roll us
If you can't your liquor, throw it up, y'all know what up
See we them niggas, no ho in us, the flow is nuts
I'm off the meter, wished that I was off the reefer
But, for now, I got this up in the cobra clutch
Plus, the silverback swigger, shot of Tequila to the gut
Nigga, trust, I got Killa up
y'all ain't feelin' us? Ain't feelin' ya
When 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 they her, yeah
But if you Enter the Wu-Tang, you
Like somebody tied together shoestring, now listen
I'm the, deal, come on, come back to get ya like bad karma
Y'all is throwing rocks with glass armor
Fuck the 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 can stop me from feeding my kids

And if you don't know I'm coming from, never know where I been
Most likely, where ya start at will be the where you end
And anybody hating on him, hating on
That's right, hating on him, hating on them, motherfuckers