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 my kung-fu is unbeatable
Brother, trapped

That's when my turned cold
I'm a of the block
We used to the product in the pot
Add soda, turn the product into
It's in my DNA, you see it started with my
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 when hot
mayday, but no charge, I'm nutty with the bars
That's a payday so bruh, this even a bar
This is AA, up in the trunk 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
know I'm Grade A, get a slice of bread
Okay, some hoods love me, some like me dead
Okay, my goon's hungry, his is red
But he clumsy, go oops upside your

We had and po', suckers
Rovers flood up the Rucker
Me, a chains on, I got put on well up
baggies, selling capsules, running in classrooms
Slick bastards get C.R.E.A.M, yelling rule!'
Smile like Pacquiao, but the leather
a MAC 1-O, pumpin' up in 1 Oak, the Grammy hour
Coke chemists taste the flow, numb, needs 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, 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, getting fried off the medical, incredible
The flyest, the most notorious while they those liars
Off niggas heads papayas

Before I poly, Red lighting the Bob
So I can God bodies from the John Gotti's
Everybody a boss, saying they money
Women injections, 'em with odd bodies
Babies having babies, Old Navy
Robbin' old ladies, 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 but I know shooters
And if shooters don't shoot up, I'll go suit up
and the W, it's televised
We ain't them niggas, telling hella lies (Fuck you!)
a campfire of a vampire
I don't sleep hot beats through the amplifier
And every nigga got to say
I'm like, 'Yeah okay, y'all anyway'
Doc

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

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

Sparks up the bullet-proof, game intensity
ingenuity, Tec criminology
Sharp
Certified, recognized by eye worldwide
to the streets of the do or die hustler
I understand politics, consistent, never quit, superstar, I write
Come have a listen
money, flipping it
Scripting it, record it, fans applaud it
Ship a mil', they bought and took a snort of it
Quotes like heroin coke mixed dope
Have a cardiac, Allah spin the beat back
Watch the magnetic attract 'em, pack 'em
They stiff 'cause their wisdom was stripped when I'm 'em

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