Luyện nghe bài hát Intro

Stop and listen, guess who coming up?
And y'all was dumb to think that Method's number's up
Pockets so fat, they a tummy tuck, you hungry fucks
Can sum it up, I give my money up, at a honey
Then split a honey Dutch, roll it up, roll with us
If you can't hold your liquor, throw it up, y'all know 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 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 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 somebody tied your shoestring, now listen
I'm the, real deal, come on, come back to get ya like bad
niggas is throwing rocks with glass armor
Fuck the system, pleading the fifth
And if Def Jam is deaf, reading my lips
I'm cocky, I got my reasons and shit
ain't built a man that can stop me from feeding my kids

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