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

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

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