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

Stop and listen, guess who coming up?
And y'all was dumb to think that Method's number's up
Pockets so fat, need a tummy tuck, you hungry fucks
Can sum it up, I give my up, spit at a honey
Then split a honey Dutch, roll it up, can't roll us
If you can't hold your liquor, throw it up, 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 game up in the cobra
Plus, the silverback swigger, shot of Tequila to the gut
Nigga, trust, I got that up
What y'all ain't us? Ain't feelin' ya
When ya niggas posing similar, yea
Ladies and gents, I think this game a enema, yea
"common sense", I Used 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, back to get ya like bad karma
Y'all niggas is throwing rocks with armor
Fuck the system, pleading the fifth
And if Def Jam is deaf, reading my lips
I'm cocky, possibly I got my and shit
They ain't built a man that can stop me from my kids

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