Luyện nghe bài hát Rules

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

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

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

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

No disrespect, that's where I my head
I understand you gotta rest 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
Stop like cholesterol, let's brawl
Never fall, tear it down like a ball
Role where my niggaz that's one for all

And all for one, we draw the guns on
Cash in the envelope, spend it on
Then smoke a as we count mills
you pure ecstasy without pills

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

Y'all dogs better ya grills, it's all real
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 from Killa Hill
to Brownsville
Brothers that'll kill for the will of the
Twenty-five to lifers, and livin' snipers
You wait like "Sixth Sense" hard to kill

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

New York's bravest, always supply you the latest
We hall of famers, and 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 fuck with fools man
How the did we get so cool man?
ever disrespect my crew
If ya fuck Wu we gots ta fuck witchu

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

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

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

still bitchin', still lame and still chicken
I'm still here, one leg and still kickin'
I'm hard, hard like a criminal
Love like a tennis shoe, throw to finish you
It's the Method Man, for short Mr.
I can tell this ain't Wu, look at his neck

Comin' the thirty-six chamber
it to 'em proper, potnah

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

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