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

Stop look and listen, guess who up?
And y'all was dumb enough to think that number's up
Pockets so fat, they need a tummy tuck, you hungry
Can sum it up, I give my up, spit at a honey
Then split a honey Dutch, roll it up, can't with 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 flow is
I'm off the meter, momma that I was off the reefer
But, for now, I got this game up in the clutch
Plus, the silverback gorilla swigger, shot of to the gut
Nigga, trust, I got that up
What ain't feelin' us? Ain't feelin' ya
When half ya posing similar, yea
and gents, I think this 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 tied together your shoestring, now
I'm the, real deal, come on, come back to get ya 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, I got my reasons and shit
They ain't built a man that can stop me from my kids

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