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, we're

That's my heart turned cold
I'm a of the block
We to cook the product in the pot
Add soda, turn the product rock
It's in my DNA, you see it started my pops
In his heyday he probably put father in a box
In my heyday, I probably put the in my sock
Ain't no vacay, the become a problem when it's hot
mayday, but no charge, I'm nutty with the bars
That's a payday so bruh, ain't even a bar
This is AA, back up in the with the AK
Each 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 I'm Grade A, get a slice of bread
Okay, hoods love me, some would like me dead
Okay, my hungry, his eyes is red
But he clumsy, go oops upside head

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

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

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

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

Sparks up the bullet-proof, game face
Applying ingenuity, Tec
mathematically
Certified, recognized by every eye
Back to the streets of the do or die
I understand politics, consistent, never quit, superstar, I hits
have a listen y'all
Getting money, it
Scripting it, record it, fans applaud it
Ship a mil', they bought and took a snort of it
Quotes like heroin coke with dope
Have a overdose cardiac, spin the beat back
the magnetic attract 'em, club pack 'em
They stiff 'cause their wisdom was stripped I'm attacking 'em

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