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

Stop and listen, guess who coming up?
And y'all was dumb enough to that Method's 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
split a honey Dutch, roll it up, can't 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, shot of to the gut
Nigga, trust, I got that up
What y'all ain't us? Ain't feelin' ya
When half ya posing 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 the Wu-Tang, you tripping
Like somebody tied together your shoestring, now
I'm the, real deal, come on, come back to get ya bad karma
niggas is throwing rocks with glass armor
Fuck the system, pleading the fifth
And if Def Jam is deaf, start my lips
I'm cocky, I got my reasons and shit
They ain't a man that can stop me from feeding my kids

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