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 aware my kung-fu is
Brother, trapped

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

We had and po', suckers
Rovers flood up the Rucker
Me, a thousand chains on, I got put on up
baggies, selling capsules, running in classrooms
Slick bastards get C.R.E.A.M, 'Cash rule!'
Smile like Pacquiao, but the leather
a MAC 1-O, pumpin' up in 1 Oak, the Grammy hour
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 blazers ain't
They want to spray shit, get elephant for stalking Rae shit
Jammies carry nitrogen, light up a section I'm on Vicodin
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 tapping those liars
Off niggas like papayas

Before I poly, Red lighting the Bob
So I can cipher God bodies from the Gotti's
Everybody a boss, saying they time's
Women injections, 'em with odd bodies
having babies, wearing Old Navy
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 know
And if them don't shoot up, I'll go suit up
and the W, it's televised
We ain't them niggas, media telling lies (Fuck you!)
This a campfire of a
I don't when hot beats through the amplifier
And every nigga got to say
I'm like, okay, y'all corny anyway'
Doc

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

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

Sparks up the bullet-proof, face intensity
Applying ingenuity, Tec
Sharp
Certified, by every eye worldwide
Back to the of the do or die hustler
I politics, consistent, never quit, superstar, I write hits
have a listen y'all
Getting money, it
Scripting it, it, fans then applaud it
Ship a hundred mil', they bought and a snort of it
like heroin coke mixed with dope
Have a cardiac, Allah spin the beat back
Watch the attract 'em, club pack 'em
They 'cause their wisdom was stripped when I'm attacking 'em

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