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

Stop and listen, guess who coming up?
And y'all was dumb to think that Method's number's up
Pockets so fat, they need a tuck, you hungry 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 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, momma wished I was off the reefer
But, for now, I got this up in the cobra clutch
Plus, the silverback gorilla swigger, of Tequila to the gut
Nigga, trust, I got Killa up
What y'all ain't us? Ain't 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 H.E.R., now they pimpin' 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 throwing with glass armor
Fuck the court system, the fifth
And if Def Jam is deaf, start reading my
I'm cocky, I got my reasons and shit
They ain't built a man that can stop me feeding my kids

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