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

Stop and listen, guess who coming up?
And was dumb enough to think that Method's 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 your liquor, 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, momma wished 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 ain't feelin' us? Ain't feelin' ya
When half ya niggas similar, yea
Ladies and gents, I think game need a enema, yea
It's "common sense", I Used 2 Love H.E.R., now pimpin' her, yeah
But if you Enter the Wu-Tang, you
Like somebody tied together your shoestring, now
I'm the, real deal, come on, back to get ya like bad karma
Y'all niggas is throwing rocks glass armor
Fuck the court system, pleading the
And if Def Jam is deaf, start my lips
I'm cocky, possibly I got my and shit
They ain't a man that can stop me from feeding my kids

And if you know where I'm coming from, never know where I been
likely, where ya start at will be the place where you end
And anybody hating on him, on them
That's right, anybody on him, hating on them, motherfuckers