Luyện nghe bài hát Intro (Tical 0: The Prequel )

Stop and listen, guess who coming 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 a honey Dutch, roll it up, can't roll with us
If you hold your liquor, throw 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 that 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 game a enema, yea
It's "common sense", I Used 2 Love H.E.R., now they her, yeah
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 is throwing rocks with glass armor
Fuck the court system, the fifth
And if Def Jam is deaf, start my lips
I'm cocky, I got my reasons 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 will be the where you end
And anybody hating on him, on them
That's right, hating on him, hating on them, motherfuckers