Luyện nghe bài hát Intro

Stop look and listen, who coming up?
And y'all was dumb enough to think that Method'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, roll it up, can't roll us
If you can't hold liquor, throw it up, y'all know what up
See we niggas, ain't 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 swigger, shot of Tequila to the gut
Nigga, trust, I got Killa up
What ain't feelin' us? Ain't 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 pimpin' her, yeah
But if you the Wu-Tang, you tripping
somebody tied together your shoestring, now listen
I'm the, real deal, come on, come to get ya like bad karma
Y'all niggas is throwing rocks with armor
Fuck the system, pleading the fifth
And if Def Jam is deaf, start reading my
I'm cocky, possibly I got my and shit
They ain't built a man that can stop me from my kids

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