Luyện nghe bài hát Rules

All you hoes, be for these bitches
All you niggaz, be for these hoes

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

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

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

No disrespect, that's I rest my head
I understand you gotta yours true
Nigga my dead
America, we stand, divided we fall
Mr. Bush sit down, I'm in of the war

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

And all for one, we draw the guns on
in the envelope, spend it on kinfolk
Then smoke a as we count mills
Providin' you pure ecstasy pills

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

Y'all dogs better guard ya grills, all real
We live from it, the God I-Reelz
Yo' wonderful, spark the
Let me build with the for the mills

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

How you livin' Life? I'm surrounded by criminals
killers tote guns without the serial
High-tech, intellect, all digital
Project original, individual

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

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

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

everybody get money from now on
Payday Visas livin' like, Easter e'ryday
Don't fuck Benz, a 430
That shit that float through water, come up
Drop yo

We can eat right, or we can these toys
I'm with Street Life, ain't been a Backstreet Boy
Who y'all kiddin' tryin' to act my shoe fittin'
Confused with ya up yo' ass like who's shittin'
It's Hot Nixon, same team position
Battin' average and still hittin'

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

from the thirty-six chamber
Bring it to 'em proper,

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

Y'all know the rules, we fuck with fools man
How the fuck did we get so man?
ever disrespect my crew
If ya fuck with Wu we gots ta witchu