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

Stop and listen, guess who coming up?
And y'all was dumb enough to that Method's number's up
Pockets so fat, they need a tummy tuck, you fucks
Can sum it up, I give my money up, at a honey
Then split a honey Dutch, it up, can't roll with us
If you hold your liquor, throw it up, y'all know what up
See we them niggas, no ho in us, the flow is nuts
I'm off the meter, momma wished that I was off the
But, for now, I got this game up in the clutch
Plus, the silverback gorilla swigger, shot of to the gut
Nigga, trust, I got that up
What ain't feelin' us? Ain't feelin' ya
When half ya posing similar, yea
Ladies and gents, I think this game a enema, yea
It's "common sense", I Used 2 Love H.E.R., now they pimpin' her,
But if you Enter the Wu-Tang, you
Like somebody tied together shoestring, now listen
I'm the, real deal, come on, come back to get ya bad karma
Y'all is throwing 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 reasons and
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 where I
Most likely, where ya at will be the place where you end
And anybody hating on him, hating on
That's right, anybody hating on him, on them, motherfuckers