Luyện nghe bài hát Rules

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

Both hands clusty, pullin' out
Double barreled, blew off the burner kinda
We back test, bring it to 'em proper, potnah
Comin' the thirty-six chamber

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

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

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

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

And all for one, we draw the on impulse
Cash in the envelope, it on kinfolk
Then smoke a ounce as we count
you pure ecstasy without pills

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

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

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

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

New bravest, always supply you with the latest
We hall of famers, and hit you with the greatest
Took a year hiatus, now you hate us
to all you haters for all the cream you made us

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

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

everybody get money from now on
Payday flash Visas livin' like, e'ryday
Don't Benz, rather a 430
That shit float through water, eyeball come up
birdies yo

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

still bitchin', still lame and still chicken
I'm here, one leg missin' and still kickin'
'Cause I'm hard, hard a criminal
Love like a shoe, throw slug to finish you
the Method 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,

Wu-Tang, rushin' yo' gang, crushin' the game
Pretty thugs, clutchin' chain, hand cuppin' they thang
Who gets strange, gassed up with flames
Let a nigga 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?
Never disrespect my crew
If ya with Wu we gots ta fuck witchu