Luyện nghe bài hát Rules

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

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

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

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

No disrespect, that's I rest my head
I understand you gotta rest yours
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 y'all
hearts like cholesterol, let's brawl
Never fall, tear it down like a wreckin'
call where my niggaz that's one for all

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

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

dogs better guard ya grills, it's all real
We live from it, 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 Hill
to Brownsville
Brothers that'll kill for the will of the
to lifers, true and livin' snipers
You wait "Sixth Sense" 'til hard to kill

How you livin' Life? I'm surrounded by criminals
Serial killers tote guns the serial
High-tech, intellect, all digital
Project original, individual

New York's bravest, always you with the latest
We hall of famers, and still hit you with the
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?
ever disrespect my crew
If ya fuck with Wu we ta fuck witchu

Sendin' letters to China, my in Wendy's on Viacom
At home, it's money, I adorns
Order drinks, all real 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 Benz, rather a 430
shit that float through water, eyeball come up
Drop yo

We can eat right, or we can clap toys
I'm with Street Life, never been a Backstreet Boy
Who y'all kiddin' tryin' to act like my shoe
Confused with ya head up yo' ass like who's
It's Hot Nixon, same team same
average three-five-seven and still hittin'

Y'all still bitchin', still and still chicken
I'm still here, one leg missin' and still
I'm hard, hard like a criminal
Love like a tennis shoe, throw slug to you
the Method Man, for short Mr. Meth
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, the game
Pretty thugs, clutchin' they chain, cuppin' they thang
Who gets strange, gassed up playin' flames
Let a nigga take off his shades, see I'm sayin' is

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