Luyện nghe bài hát Intro

Stop look and listen, guess who up?
And y'all was dumb enough to think that Method's up
Pockets so fat, they need a tummy tuck, you hungry
Can sum it up, I give my up, spit at a honey
Then split a honey Dutch, 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, 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 game up in the cobra clutch
Plus, the gorilla swigger, shot of Tequila to the gut
Nigga, trust, I got Killa up
What y'all ain't feelin' us? feelin' ya
When half ya posing 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 niggas is throwing with glass armor
the court 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 a man that can stop me from feeding my kids

And if you don't know where I'm coming from, never know where I
Most likely, ya start 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