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, they need a tummy tuck, you hungry
Can sum it up, I give my up, spit at a honey
Then split a honey Dutch, roll it up, roll with us
If you hold your liquor, throw it up, y'all know what up
See we them niggas, no ho in us, the flow is nuts
I'm off the meter, momma wished I was off the reefer
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
y'all ain't feelin' us? Ain't feelin' ya
When half ya niggas similar, yea
Ladies and gents, I think this 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 tied together shoestring, now listen
I'm the, deal, come on, come back to get ya like bad karma
Y'all niggas is throwing rocks glass armor
the court system, pleading the fifth
And if Def Jam is deaf, reading 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 at will be the place where you end
And anybody on him, hating on them
That's right, anybody on him, hating on them, motherfuckers