Luyện nghe bài hát Rules

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

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

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

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

No disrespect, that's I rest my head
I understand you gotta rest true
my people's 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, it down like a wreckin' ball
call where my niggaz that's one for all

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

Y'all know the rules, we don't fuck with man
How the did we get so cool man?
Never disrespect my crew
If ya fuck 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 with the people for the mills

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

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

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

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

Sendin' letters to China, my cousin in Wendy's on
At home, it's money, I adorns
Order drinks, all real niggaz your minks yo
We got the fit on, lookin' all fink

Daddy everybody get money now on
Payday flash Visas livin' like, e'ryday
fuck Benz, rather a 430
That that float through water, eyeball come up
Drop yo

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

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

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

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

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