Luyện nghe bài hát People Say Wu-Tang Clan

But still, if one of men is so ferocious
Don't worry it
A
I'm well my kung-fu is unbeatable
Brother, trapped

That's when my heart turned
I'm a product of the
We used to cook the in the pot
Add soda, the product into rock
in my DNA, you see it started with my pops
In his he probably put your father in a box
In my heyday, I probably put the in my sock
Ain't no vacay, the props become a problem when hot
Mayday mayday, but no charge, I'm nutty the bars
That's a so bruh, this ain't even a bar
This is AA, back up in the with the AK
line pack a Fabolous punch, no diss 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 hoods love me, some would like me
Okay, my hungry, his eyes is red
But he clumsy, go oops your head

We had 'dro and po',
Range flood up the Rucker
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!'
Smile Pacquiao, but under the leather
Hold a MAC 1-O, up in 1 Oak, the Grammy hour
chemists taste the flow, it's numb, needs copper rum
Blunting off the get back, salute me one, I'm out
Off to the races, my blazers patient
They want to spray shit, get elephant blown for 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 is here
and gear, getting fried off the medical, that's incredible
The flyest, the most notorious while they those liars
Off niggas heads papayas

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

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

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

Sparks up the bullet-proof, face intensity
Applying ingenuity, Tec
Sharp
Certified, recognized by eye worldwide
to the streets of the do or die hustler
I understand politics, consistent, quit, superstar, I write hits
Come a listen y'all
money, flipping it
Scripting it, record it, fans then it
Ship a hundred mil', they bought and took a of it
Quotes like heroin coke mixed with
Have a overdose cardiac, Allah the beat back
Watch the magnetic attract 'em, club 'em
They 'cause their wisdom was stripped when I'm attacking 'em

say
Love is a energy
Dealing with the baby
(Oh baby)