Luyện nghe bài hát Intro

Stop look and listen, guess who up?
And y'all was dumb enough to think that Method's up
Pockets so fat, need a tummy tuck, you hungry fucks
Can sum it up, I my money up, spit at a honey
Then split a honey Dutch, it up, can't roll with us
If you can't hold your liquor, it up, y'all know what 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 this game up in the clutch
Plus, the silverback gorilla swigger, of Tequila to the gut
Nigga, trust, I got that up
What y'all feelin' us? Ain't feelin' ya
When ya niggas posing similar, yea
Ladies and gents, I think this game a enema, yea
It's "common sense", I Used 2 Love H.E.R., now they pimpin' her,
But if you the Wu-Tang, you tripping
Like somebody together your shoestring, now listen
I'm the, deal, come on, come back to get ya like bad karma
niggas is throwing rocks 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
ain't built a man that can stop me from feeding my kids

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