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

Stop look and listen, guess who up?
And y'all was dumb to think that Method's number's up
Pockets so fat, they need a tummy tuck, you hungry
Can sum it up, I give my money up, spit at a
Then split a honey Dutch, roll it up, can't with us
If you can't hold your liquor, 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 that I was off the reefer
But, for now, I got this up in the cobra clutch
Plus, the silverback swigger, shot 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 this need a enema, yea
It's "common sense", I Used 2 Love H.E.R., now they pimpin' her,
But if you Enter the Wu-Tang, you
Like tied together your shoestring, now listen
I'm the, real deal, come on, back to get ya like 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 built a man that can stop me from 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 where you end
And anybody hating on him, on them
right, anybody hating on him, hating on them, motherfuckers