Luyện nghe bài hát Rules

All you hoes, be cryin' for these
All you niggaz, be for these hoes

Both clusty, pullin' out gats
barreled, blew off the burner kinda dusty
We back don't test, bring it to 'em proper,
Comin' from the thirty-six

Math, let the plate
brothers y'all be sparkin'
Stray shots, all on the block that hot
If ya with Wu, we gots ta fuck witchu

Who the fuck knocked our down?
Who the man behind the World massacres
up now
Where the planes at huh is you insane bitch?
Fly that shit over my and get blown to bits

No disrespect, that's where I my head
I you gotta rest yours true
Nigga my people's
America, together we stand, we fall
Mr. sit down, I'm in charge of the war

Yes yes y'all, the INS bless
hearts like cholesterol, let's brawl
Never fall, tear it down like a ball
call where my niggaz that's one for all

And all for one, we draw the guns on
Cash in the envelope, it on kinfolk
Then a ounce as we count mills
Providin' you pure without pills

Y'all know the rules, we fuck with fools man
How the fuck did we get so man?
Never ever disrespect my
If ya fuck with Wu we gots ta fuck

Y'all dogs better guard ya grills, it's all
We live it, it's the God I-Reelz
Yo' wonderful, the blillz
Let me build with the people for the

I'm rollin' with the Rebel I-Ill from Killa
Peace to
Brothers that'll for the will of the righteous
Twenty-five to lifers, true and snipers
You wait like "Sixth Sense" 'til to kill

How you livin' Street I'm surrounded by criminals
killers tote guns without the serial
High-tech, street intellect, all
Project original, sheisty

New York's bravest, always you with the latest
We of famers, and still hit you with the greatest
Took a hiatus, now you wanna hate us
Thanks to all you haters for all the cream you us

Y'all know the rules, we don't fuck with man
How the did we get so cool man?
Never ever my crew
If ya fuck with Wu we gots ta fuck

Sendin' letters to China, my in Wendy's on Viacom
At home, it's worth money, I
drinks, all real niggaz order your minks yo
We got the fit on, lookin' all fink

Daddy get money from now on
flash Visas livin' like, Easter e'ryday
Don't Benz, rather a 430
That shit that through water, eyeball come up
Drop yo

We can eat right, or we can clap toys
I'm with Life, ain't never been a Backstreet Boy
Who y'all kiddin' tryin' to act my shoe fittin'
with ya head up yo' ass like who's shittin'
It's Hot Nixon, team same position
Battin' three-five-seven and still hittin'

Y'all still bitchin', still and still chicken
I'm still here, one leg missin' and still
'Cause I'm hard, hard a criminal
Love like a tennis shoe, throw slug to you
the Method Man, for short Mr. Meth
I can tell this ain't Wu, look at his neck

Comin' from the chamber
Bring it to 'em proper,

It's Wu-Tang, yo' gang, crushin' the game
Pretty thugs, clutchin' they chain, hand cuppin' thang
Who gets strange, up playin' with flames
Let a nigga take off his shades, see what I'm is

know the rules, we don't fuck with fools man
How the did we get so cool man?
ever disrespect my crew
If ya fuck with Wu we gots ta fuck