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, need a tummy tuck, you hungry fucks
Can sum it up, I my money up, spit 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, ain't no ho in us, the is nuts
I'm off the meter, momma wished I was off the reefer
But, for now, I got this up in the cobra clutch
Plus, the silverback gorilla swigger, of Tequila to the gut
Nigga, trust, I got that up
y'all ain't feelin' us? Ain't feelin' ya
When half ya niggas similar, yea
Ladies and gents, I this game need a enema, yea
It's "common sense", I Used 2 Love H.E.R., now they her, yeah
But if you the Wu-Tang, you tripping
Like somebody tied together your shoestring, now
I'm the, real deal, come on, come back to get ya bad karma
Y'all is throwing rocks with glass armor
Fuck the system, pleading the fifth
And if Def Jam is deaf, start my lips
I'm cocky, possibly I got my and shit
They ain't built a man can stop me from feeding my kids

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