Luyện nghe bài hát Intro

Stop look and listen, who coming up?
And y'all was dumb enough to that Method's number's up
so fat, they need a tummy tuck, you hungry fucks
Can sum it up, I give my up, spit at a honey
Then split a honey Dutch, roll it up, can't with us
If you can't 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 gorilla swigger, shot of Tequila to the gut
Nigga, trust, I got that up
What ain't feelin' us? Ain't feelin' ya
half ya niggas posing similar, yea
Ladies and gents, I think this game a enema, yea
"common sense", I Used 2 Love H.E.R., now they pimpin' her, yeah
But if you the Wu-Tang, you tripping
Like somebody together your shoestring, now listen
I'm the, real deal, come on, come to get ya like bad karma
Y'all niggas is rocks with glass armor
the court system, pleading the fifth
And if Def Jam is deaf, start my lips
I'm cocky, I got my reasons and shit
They ain't built a man that can stop me feeding my kids

And if you know where I'm coming 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, on them, motherfuckers