Luyện nghe bài hát Is It Me

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

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

Ask Def Jam what's hot, letters, M E F Man
Been stopped, that's off top, young, fresh to
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 f*** y'all, get stuck, y'all and a bad night
As I off you my shoulder, that's right
My n**** Scott Storch keep bringing it like

Oh boy, dig it, I talk about it and I it
Been there, did it, and wiped my a** with it
These critics saw the train for and must of missed it
If they ain't got the s***, never get it

Is it me or is it these n***** in it for
Is it me all my enemies, hating on Beez
Is it me or is it me that feeling M.C.'s
the top down wheeling the V, feeling the breeze

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

I germ, early bird gets worm, now
Now that it's his turn, don't get turns, now
F*** with a chick perm, she get hot, you get burned
You see I'm not kidding, knowing kids learn

And and I'm that dude, ahh choo and allergic to wack
Blast if I have to and don't give me no hassle
Who rep Rotten Apple to death and get
hard beats pound like the track do

If you ask me, this raspy voice is nasty
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, Jihad
It's the head n**** in charge, Meth, on the job
Like back in the days, back when, the was hard
And when they reminiscence Wu, my God

Is it me or is it these n***** in it for
Is it me all my enemies, hating on Beez
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 really got to
Once again it's Wu-Tang in case forgot the name

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

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

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

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

Is it me or is it these n***** in it for
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 wheeling the V, the breeze

Is it me or is it these n***** spitting the
Is it me all my enemies throwing s*** in the
Is it me or the that really got to change
Once again it's Wu-Tang in y'all forgot the name

W T R B
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