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
Pockets so fat, need a tummy tuck, you hungry fucks
Can sum it up, I my money up, spit at a honey
split a honey Dutch, roll it up, can't roll with us
If you can't hold your liquor, throw it up, 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 up in the cobra clutch
Plus, the gorilla swigger, shot of Tequila to the gut
Nigga, trust, I got that up
What ain't feelin' us? Ain't feelin' ya
When half ya niggas similar, yea
Ladies and gents, I 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 shoestring, now listen
I'm the, real deal, come on, come back to get ya bad karma
Y'all niggas is throwing rocks glass armor
Fuck the court system, pleading the
And if Def Jam is deaf, start reading my
I'm cocky, possibly I got my reasons and
They ain't built a man that can me from feeding my kids

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