Luyện nghe bài hát Rules

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

hands clusty, pullin' out gats
Double barreled, off the burner kinda dusty
We don't test, bring it to 'em proper, potnah
from the thirty-six chamber

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

Who the fuck knocked our buildings
Who the man behind the 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, together we stand, we fall
Mr. sit down, I'm in charge of the war

Yes yes y'all, the INS y'all
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 on impulse
Cash in the envelope, spend it on
Then smoke a ounce as we mills
Providin' you pure without pills

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

Y'all better guard ya grills, it's all real
We from it, it's the God I-Reelz
Yo' wonderful, the blillz
Let me build with the people for the

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

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

New bravest, always supply 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 haters for all the cream you us

know 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' to China, my cousin 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

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

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

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

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

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

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