Luyện nghe bài hát Is It Me

Uh, yeah, y'all, whose back?
Heh, cauli' flavored, momma
Yeah, yeah, Storch, Mr. M E F
Know what I said, people don't use the T-H
Yo, yo, yo

Guess who though, crack dough, yes, eyes is hat low
Stash 'dro, pimp on the side, you how that go
Rap flow, major, taste the flavor, all high
Y'all gotta love it the track go

Ask Def Jam what's hot, letters, M E F Man
Been stopped, that's off top, young, to death
And you're not, no matter the job, I'm the best man
Rap C.E.O. the yes man

I that's right, so act right, Staten on the map
Like y'all, get stuck, y'all and have a bad night
As I brush off you my shoulder, that's
My n**** Scott Storch keep bringing it like

Oh boy, dig it, I about it and I live it
Been there, did it, s***ted and wiped my a** it
These critics saw the train for brains and must of it
If they ain't got the s***, they'll get it

Is it me or is it n***** in it for cheese
Is it me all my enemies, hating on Killa
Is it me or is it me ain't feeling M.C.'s
With the top down the V, feeling the breeze

Is it me or is it these n***** the same
Is it me all my enemies throwing s*** in the
Is it me or the industry really got to change
Once again it's in case y'all forgot the name

I spit germ, early gets worm, now
Now that it's his turn, clowns get turns, now
F*** with a chick perm, when she get hot, you get
You see I'm not kidding, knowing these kids

And and I'm that dude, ahh and allergic to wack jewels
if I have to and y'all don't give me no hassle
Who rep Apple to death and get natural
Make hard beats pound like the do

If you ask me, this raspy voice n**** is
Khaki's off of his ass, eyes is glassy
That's f***ed, that's us, n***** where to catch me
At Get At Me

My flow's, no holds barred, Holy
It's the head n**** in charge, Meth, on the job
Like back in the days, back when, the was hard
And when reminiscence over Wu, my God

Is it me or is it n***** in it for cheese
Is it me all my enemies, hating on Killa
Is it me or is it me that ain't M.C.'s
With the top down wheeling the V, the breeze

Is it me or is it n***** spitting the same
Is it me all my enemies throwing in the game
Is it me or the industry that got to change
Once again it's Wu-Tang in case y'all forgot the

Until these rap n***** up, checked up
Man, this game is up, next up, you know what it is
Don't get it f'd up Meth, what? F.Y.I., you a heads up
And I mean to beat you in the head but

When you spit that, forget that, I eat these food
And the s*** wrapped, where at?
Tell 'em Mr. Meth got his back
The back sign. sealed, delivered and gift wrapped
And you hear that click-clack

That's talk, some n***** will talk to the cops
Get killed off, man how did you get caught all the rocks
And still walk, no matter what you mix a pig
You pork and money is still forced

Yeah, that was on cue, new and improved
All these dudes try'nna in my shoes, doing my moves
But that's cool I'ma make it do what it do
With this W, I can I get a "Suu" motherf******?

Is it me or is it n***** in it for cheese
Is it me all my enemies, on Killa Beez
Is it me or is it me that ain't M.C.'s
the top down wheeling the V, feeling the breeze

Is it me or is it these spitting the same
Is it me all my throwing s*** in the game
Is it me or the industry really got to change
Once again it's Wu-Tang in case y'all forgot the

W T R B
Wu-Tang B****