Luyện nghe bài hát Rules

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

Both clusty, pullin' out gats
barreled, blew off the burner kinda dusty
We don't test, bring it to 'em proper, potnah
Comin' from the chamber

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

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

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

Yes yes y'all, the INS bless
hearts like cholesterol, let's brawl
Never fall, tear it like 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 ounce as we mills
Providin' you pure without pills

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

Y'all better guard ya grills, it's all real
We live from it, the God I-Reelz
Yo' wonderful, the blillz
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
to lifers, true and livin' snipers
You like "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
Project original, sheisty

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

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 with Wu we gots ta witchu

Sendin' letters to China, my in Wendy's on Viacom
At home, worth money, I adorns
Order drinks, all real 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 that float through water, eyeball come up
birdies yo

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

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

Comin' from the chamber
it to 'em proper, potnah

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

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