Luyện nghe bài hát Rules

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

Both clusty, pullin' out gats
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 block that hot
If ya fuck Wu, we gots ta fuck witchu

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

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

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

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

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

Y'all dogs guard ya grills, it's all real
We live from it, it's the God
Yo' wonderful, spark the
Let me build the people for the mills

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

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

New York's bravest, always supply you the latest
We hall of famers, and still hit you with the
a year 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 fuck did we get so man?
ever disrespect 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 money, I adorns
Order drinks, all niggaz order your minks yo
We got the fit teds on, lookin' all

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

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

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

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 playin' flames
Let a nigga off his shades, see what I'm sayin' is

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