Luyện nghe bài hát People Say Wu-Tang Clan

But still, if one of men is so ferocious
Don't about it
A
I'm aware my kung-fu is unbeatable
Brother, we're

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

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

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

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

My-my-my hard, making 'em lean hard
You see riders lined up than you'll see at a theme park
My queen hot, the scene pop, routine, akh
Online gangstas, I'm them screenshots
Hard writing to God, right?
Twisting the tale, sick as hell, Christian Bale 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
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, me behind the bars

up the bullet-proof, game face intensity
Applying ingenuity, Tec
mathematically
Certified, by every eye worldwide
to the streets of the do or die hustler
I understand politics, consistent, quit, superstar, I write hits
Come have a y'all
Getting money, it
Scripting it, record it, fans then 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 beat
Watch the attract 'em, club pack 'em
They stiff 'cause wisdom was stripped when I'm attacking 'em

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