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

Stop and listen, guess who coming up?
And y'all was dumb enough to think Method's number's up
Pockets so fat, they need a tummy tuck, you fucks
Can sum it up, I give my money up, spit at a
Then split a honey Dutch, roll it up, can't roll us
If you can't hold your liquor, throw it up, know what up
See we them niggas, ain't no ho in us, the flow is
I'm off the meter, momma wished that I was off the
But, for now, I got this game up in the clutch
Plus, the silverback gorilla swigger, of Tequila to the gut
Nigga, trust, I got Killa up
What y'all 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 tied together your shoestring, now
I'm the, real deal, come on, come back to get ya like bad
niggas is throwing rocks 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 built a man that can stop me from feeding my kids

And if you don't know where I'm coming from, never know where I
Most likely, where ya at will be the place where you end
And hating on him, hating on them
That's right, anybody on him, hating on them, motherfuckers