Luyện nghe bài hát Intro

Stop and listen, guess who coming up?
And y'all was dumb enough to think that number's up
so fat, they need a tummy tuck, you hungry fucks
Can sum it up, I give my money up, spit at a
Then split a honey Dutch, roll it up, can't roll 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 flow is
I'm off the meter, momma wished 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 feelin' us? Ain't feelin' ya
When half ya posing similar, yea
and gents, I think this game need a enema, yea
It's "common sense", I 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, deal, come on, come back to get ya like bad karma
Y'all is throwing rocks with glass armor
Fuck the system, pleading the fifth
And if Def Jam is deaf, reading my lips
I'm cocky, possibly I got my reasons and
They ain't built a man that can stop me from feeding my

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