Luyện nghe bài hát Intro

Stop look and listen, guess who up?
And y'all was dumb enough to that Method's number's up
so fat, they need 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, it up, y'all know what up
See we them niggas, ain't no ho in us, the is nuts
I'm off the meter, momma that I was off the reefer
But, for now, I got this up in the cobra clutch
Plus, the silverback swigger, shot of Tequila to the gut
Nigga, trust, I got Killa up
What y'all ain't feelin' us? feelin' ya
half ya niggas posing similar, yea
Ladies and gents, I think this game a enema, yea
It's "common sense", I 2 Love H.E.R., now they pimpin' her, yeah
But if you the Wu-Tang, you tripping
somebody tied together your shoestring, now listen
I'm the, deal, come on, come back to get ya like bad karma
Y'all is throwing rocks with glass armor
Fuck the court system, the fifth
And if Def Jam is deaf, reading my lips
I'm cocky, possibly I got my and shit
They ain't built a man that can stop me from my kids

And if you know where I'm coming from, never know where I been
Most likely, where ya start at be the place where you end
And hating on him, hating on them
That's right, anybody on him, hating on them, motherfuckers