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

Stop look and listen, who coming up?
And y'all was dumb enough to think that number's up
so fat, they need a tummy tuck, you hungry fucks
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 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 this up in the cobra clutch
Plus, the silverback 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
and gents, I think this game need 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
Like somebody together your shoestring, now listen
I'm the, real deal, come on, come back to get ya bad karma
Y'all niggas is throwing rocks glass armor
Fuck the system, pleading the fifth
And if Def Jam is deaf, start 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 where I'm coming from, never know where I been
Most likely, where ya at will be the place where you end
And anybody hating on him, on them
right, anybody hating on him, hating on them, motherfuckers