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

Stop look and listen, guess who 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, at a honey
Then split a honey Dutch, roll it up, roll with us
If you can't your 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 that I was off the reefer
But, for now, I got this game up in the clutch
Plus, the silverback gorilla swigger, of Tequila to the gut
Nigga, trust, I got Killa up
What y'all ain't feelin' us? feelin' ya
When ya niggas posing similar, yea
and gents, I think this game need a enema, yea
It's "common sense", I 2 Love H.E.R., now they pimpin' her, yeah
But if you Enter the Wu-Tang, you
Like tied together your shoestring, now listen
I'm the, real deal, come on, come to get ya like bad karma
Y'all niggas is rocks with glass armor
Fuck the court system, pleading the
And if Def Jam is deaf, start my lips
I'm cocky, possibly I got my and shit
ain't built a man that can stop me from feeding my kids

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