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 aware my is unbeatable
Brother, trapped

when my heart turned cold
I'm a product of the
We used to cook the in the pot
Add soda, turn the product into
It's in my DNA, you see it with my pops
In his heyday he put your father in a box
In my heyday, I put the product in my sock
Ain't no vacay, the props become a problem it's hot
Mayday mayday, but no charge, I'm nutty the bars
That's a payday so bruh, this ain't 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 dab and I don't nae nae
Got bottles coming out, warriors come out and
Just I'm Grade A, get a slice of bread
Okay, some hoods love me, some would me dead
Okay, my goon's hungry, his is red
But he clumsy, go oops upside head

We had 'dro and po',
Range Rovers up the Rucker
Me, a chains on, I got put on well up
Evergreen baggies, capsules, running in classrooms
Slick bastards get C.R.E.A.M, 'Cash rule!'
Smile Pacquiao, but under the leather
a MAC 1-O, pumpin' up in 1 Oak, the Grammy hour
Coke chemists taste the flow, it's numb, copper rum
Blunting off the get back, me then one, I'm out
Off to the races, my blazers ain't
They want to shit, get elephant blown for stalking Rae shit
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 heads like papayas

I poly, Red lighting the Bob Marley
So I can cipher God from the John Gotti's
Everybody a boss, saying they time's
injections, leave 'em with odd bodies
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 him, I'mma violate him
I'm not a shooter but I shooters
And if them shooters shoot up, I'll go suit up
Redman and the W, it's
We ain't them niggas, media telling 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 a energy
Dealing with the claim
(Oh baby)

My-my-my team hard, making 'em lean
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
Hard writing to God, right?
Twisting the tale, sick as hell, Christian Bale from The Knight
On sight, your fog lights, your dog's like
Swayze at the Road House, for the bar fight
Like this, an IG pic
Before the Seahawks' 24, Lord, I been on beast shit
Pussy, you wack, something like a cheap
Mike in the Billie Jean vid, I got the lit
Shining star, find another, you gon' find it
Certain death, Deck'll off with minor scars
Firing squad, defying the
And the flow solitary, me behind the bars

Sparks up the bullet-proof, game intensity
Applying ingenuity, Tec
Sharp
Certified, by every eye worldwide
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
a hundred mil', they bought and took a snort of it
Quotes like heroin coke mixed dope
Have a overdose cardiac, Allah the beat back
Watch the magnetic attract 'em, pack 'em
They stiff 'cause their wisdom was stripped when I'm 'em

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