Luyện nghe bài hát People Say Wu-Tang Clan

But still, if one of their men is so
worry about it
A
I'm well my kung-fu is unbeatable
Brother, trapped

That's when my turned cold
I'm a product of the
We used to cook the in the pot
Add soda, turn the product into
in my DNA, you see it started with my pops
In his heyday he put your father in a box
In my heyday, I probably put the product in my
Ain't no vacay, the props become a problem it's hot
Mayday mayday, but no charge, I'm with the bars
That's a so bruh, this ain't even a bar
is AA, back up in the trunk with the AK
Each line pack a Fabolous punch, no to Ray J
Nah, see I don't dab and I nae nae
Got bottles coming out, come out and play-ayy
Just know I'm Grade A, get a of bread
Okay, some love me, some would like me dead
Okay, my goon's hungry, his is red
But he clumsy, go oops upside head

We had 'dro and po',
Range Rovers flood up the
Me, a thousand on, I got put on well up
baggies, selling capsules, running in classrooms
Slick get C.R.E.A.M, yelling 'Cash rule!'
like Pacquiao, but under the leather
Hold a MAC 1-O, pumpin' up in 1 Oak, the Grammy
Coke chemists the flow, it's numb, needs copper rum
Blunting off the get back, me then one, I'm out
Off to the races, my ain't patient
want to spray shit, get elephant blown for stalking Rae shit
Jammies carry nitrogen, light up a section like I'm on
Fuck with the righteous men, and we 'em
Yeah, yeah, yeah, the rebels is
Metals and gear, fried off the medical, that's incredible
The flyest, the most notorious while they tapping those
Off niggas heads like

Before I poly, Red lighting the Bob
So I can cipher God bodies the John Gotti's
Everybody a boss, saying they time's
Women injections, leave 'em with odd
Babies having babies, wearing Old
Robbin' old ladies, that's a of no home training
I you the ropes, I'm narrating Al Haymon
I told Lighty, if I hate him, violate him
I'm not a shooter but I shooters
And if them don't shoot up, I'll go suit up
Redman and the W, it's
We ain't them niggas, media hella lies (Fuck you!)
a campfire of a vampire
I don't sleep hot beats through the amplifier
And nigga got something to say
I'm like, 'Yeah okay, y'all corny
Doc

say
Love is just a
with the claim baby
(Oh baby)

My-my-my team hard, 'em lean hard
You see more riders lined up than you'll see at a theme
My hot, making the scene pop, routine, akh
Online gangstas, I'm them screenshots
writing lyrics to God, right?
Twisting the tale, as hell, Christian Bale from The Dark Knight
On sight, fogging your fog lights, your like
Swayze at the Road House, down for the bar
this, like an IG pic
Before the Seahawks' 24, Lord, I on that beast shit
Pussy, you wack, like a cheap trick
Mike in the Billie Jean vid, I got the lit
Shining star, find another, you find it hard
Certain death, Deck'll walk off minor scars
squad, defying the odds
And the flow solitary, just me the bars

up the bullet-proof, game face intensity
Applying ingenuity, Tec
mathematically
Certified, recognized by every eye
Back to the of the do or die hustler
I understand politics, consistent, never quit, superstar, I write
Come have a listen
Getting money, it
Scripting it, it, fans then applaud it
Ship a hundred mil', bought and took a snort of it
Quotes heroin coke mixed with dope
Have a overdose cardiac, Allah spin the back
Watch the attract 'em, club pack 'em
They stiff 'cause their wisdom was stripped when I'm 'em

say
Love is just a
Dealing with the claim
(Oh baby)