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, 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, can't roll us
If you can't hold your liquor, throw it up, y'all know 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 this game up in the cobra
Plus, the gorilla swigger, shot of Tequila to the gut
Nigga, trust, I got that up
What y'all ain't us? Ain't feelin' ya
When ya niggas posing similar, yea
Ladies and gents, I think this need a enema, yea
It's "common sense", I Used 2 Love H.E.R., now pimpin' her, yeah
But if you the Wu-Tang, you tripping
Like somebody tied your shoestring, now listen
I'm the, real deal, come on, back to get ya like bad karma
Y'all niggas is rocks with glass armor
Fuck the system, pleading the fifth
And if Def Jam is deaf, start reading my
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 know where I'm coming from, know where I been
Most likely, ya start 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