Luyện nghe bài hát Intro

Stop look and listen, who coming up?
And y'all was dumb enough to think Method's number's up
Pockets so fat, they a tummy tuck, you hungry fucks
Can sum it up, I my money up, spit at a honey
Then split a Dutch, roll 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 this game up in the cobra
Plus, the silverback gorilla swigger, shot of to the gut
Nigga, trust, I got Killa up
y'all 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 H.E.R., now they pimpin' her, yeah
But if you the Wu-Tang, you tripping
Like tied together your shoestring, now listen
I'm the, deal, come on, come back to get ya like bad karma
Y'all niggas is throwing rocks with armor
the court system, pleading the fifth
And if Def Jam is deaf, start reading my
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 I been
likely, where ya start at will be the place where you end
And anybody hating on him, hating on
right, anybody hating on him, hating on them, motherfuckers