Luyện nghe bài hát Rules

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

Both clusty, pullin' 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
brothers y'all be sparkin'
Stray shots, all on the block stays hot
If ya fuck with Wu, we gots ta witchu

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

No disrespect, that's I rest my head
I you gotta rest yours true
my people's dead
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, it down like a wreckin' ball
call 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 ecstasy without

Y'all know the rules, we fuck with fools man
How the fuck did we get so man?
Never disrespect my crew
If ya fuck with Wu we gots ta fuck

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

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

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

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

Y'all know the rules, we don't fuck 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 worth money, I
Order drinks, all niggaz order your minks yo
We got the fit teds on, lookin' all

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

We can eat right, or we can these toys
I'm with Street Life, ain't never a Backstreet Boy
Who kiddin' tryin' to act like my shoe fittin'
Confused with ya head up yo' ass like 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 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 Mr. Meth
I can tell this motherfucker ain't Wu, at his neck

Comin' the thirty-six chamber
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, gassed up with flames
Let a take 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 man?
ever disrespect my crew
If ya fuck Wu we gots ta fuck witchu