Luyện nghe bài hát Intro

Stop look and listen, who coming up?
And y'all was dumb enough to think that number's up
Pockets so fat, they need a tummy tuck, you hungry
Can sum it up, I give my money up, at a honey
Then split a Dutch, roll it up, can't roll with us
If you can't hold your liquor, throw it up, y'all what up
See we niggas, ain't 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 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 Love H.E.R., now they pimpin' her,
But if you Enter the Wu-Tang, you
Like somebody tied together your shoestring, now
I'm the, real deal, come on, come back to get ya bad karma
Y'all niggas is throwing rocks with armor
Fuck the system, pleading the fifth
And if Def Jam is deaf, start reading my
I'm cocky, possibly I got my and shit
They built a man that can stop me from feeding my kids

And if you don't know where I'm coming from, know where I been
Most likely, where ya start at be the place where you end
And anybody on him, hating on them
right, anybody hating on him, hating on them, motherfuckers