Luyện nghe bài hát Intro

Stop and listen, guess who coming up?
And y'all was dumb enough to think that number's up
Pockets so fat, they need a tuck, you hungry fucks
Can sum it up, I give my up, spit at a honey
split a honey Dutch, roll it up, can't roll with us
If you can't hold liquor, throw 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, wished that I was off the reefer
But, for now, I got game up in the cobra clutch
Plus, the silverback gorilla swigger, shot of to the gut
Nigga, trust, I got Killa up
What ain't feelin' us? Ain't feelin' ya
When half ya posing similar, yea
Ladies and gents, I think game need a enema, yea
It's "common sense", I Used 2 H.E.R., now they pimpin' her, yeah
But if you Enter the Wu-Tang, you
Like tied together your shoestring, now listen
I'm the, real deal, come on, come back to get ya like bad
Y'all niggas is throwing with glass armor
Fuck the 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 can stop me from feeding 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 hating on him, hating on them
right, anybody hating on him, hating on them, motherfuckers