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

Stop look and listen, guess who up?
And was dumb enough to think that Method's number's up
Pockets so fat, they need a tummy tuck, you fucks
Can sum it up, I give my money up, at a honey
split a honey Dutch, roll it up, can't roll with us
If you can't 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, wished that I was off the reefer
But, for now, I got this game up in the cobra
Plus, the silverback gorilla swigger, of Tequila to the gut
Nigga, trust, I got Killa up
What y'all ain't feelin' us? feelin' ya
When ya niggas 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 her, yeah
But if you Enter the Wu-Tang, you
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 rocks with glass armor
Fuck the court system, pleading the
And if Def Jam is deaf, reading my lips
I'm cocky, possibly I got my and shit
They ain't built a man that can stop me feeding my kids

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