Luyện nghe bài hát Intro

Stop look and listen, who coming up?
And y'all was enough to think that 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 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 them niggas, ain't no ho in us, the flow is
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 gorilla swigger, shot of Tequila to the gut
Nigga, trust, I got that up
What y'all ain't feelin' us? Ain't ya
When half ya posing similar, yea
and gents, I think this game need a enema, yea
It's "common sense", I 2 Love H.E.R., now they pimpin' her, yeah
But if you Enter the Wu-Tang, you
Like somebody together your shoestring, now listen
I'm the, real deal, on, come back to get ya like bad karma
Y'all niggas is throwing rocks with armor
Fuck the court system, 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 can stop me from feeding my kids

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