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
so fat, they need a tummy tuck, you hungry fucks
Can sum it up, I give my money up, spit at a
split a honey Dutch, roll it up, can't roll with us
If you can't hold your liquor, throw it up, y'all what up
See we them niggas, 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 game up in the cobra clutch
Plus, the gorilla swigger, shot of Tequila to the gut
Nigga, trust, I got Killa up
y'all ain't feelin' us? Ain't feelin' ya
When half ya posing similar, yea
Ladies and gents, I think this game a enema, yea
"common sense", I Used 2 Love 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 rocks with glass
the court 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 feeding my kids

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