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 need a tuck, you hungry fucks
Can sum it up, I my money up, spit at a honey
Then split a honey Dutch, roll it up, can't with us
If you can't hold your liquor, throw it up, y'all know 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 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 feelin' us? Ain't feelin' ya
When ya niggas posing similar, yea
Ladies and gents, I think game need 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 tied together shoestring, now listen
I'm the, real deal, come on, come back to get ya like bad
Y'all niggas is throwing with glass armor
Fuck the system, pleading the fifth
And if Def Jam is deaf, start my lips
I'm cocky, possibly I got my reasons and
They ain't built a man that can stop me from my kids

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