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 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
split a honey Dutch, roll it up, can't roll with us
If you can't hold your liquor, throw it up, y'all know 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 silverback gorilla swigger, of Tequila to the gut
Nigga, trust, I got that up
What y'all feelin' us? Ain't feelin' ya
When half ya niggas 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 pimpin' her,
But if you the Wu-Tang, you tripping
Like somebody tied your shoestring, now listen
I'm the, deal, come on, come back to get ya like bad karma
niggas is throwing rocks with glass armor
Fuck the court system, the fifth
And if Def Jam is deaf, start my lips
I'm cocky, I got my reasons and shit
They ain't built a man that can me from feeding my kids

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