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

Stop look and listen, who coming up?
And was dumb enough to think that Method's number's up
Pockets so fat, they 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, it up, y'all know what up
See we them niggas, ain't no ho in us, the flow is
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 gorilla swigger, shot of Tequila to the gut
Nigga, trust, I got Killa up
What y'all feelin' us? Ain't feelin' ya
When half ya niggas similar, yea
Ladies and gents, I think this need a enema, yea
It's "common sense", I Used 2 H.E.R., now they pimpin' her, yeah
But if you Enter the Wu-Tang, you
Like somebody tied together 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 court system, pleading the
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 don't know where I'm coming from, 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, anybody hating on him, on them, motherfuckers