Luyện nghe bài hát Rules

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

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

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

Who the knocked 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 to bits

No disrespect, that's where I my head
I understand you rest yours true
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 bless
Stop hearts like cholesterol, brawl
Never fall, tear it down like a wreckin'
Role call where my that's one for all

And all for one, we the guns on impulse
Cash in the envelope, spend it on
Then smoke a ounce as we mills
you pure ecstasy without pills

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

Y'all dogs better ya grills, it's all real
We live from it, it's the God
Yo' wonderful, spark the
Let me build with the for the mills

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

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

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

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

Sendin' letters to China, my cousin in on Viacom
At home, worth money, I adorns
drinks, all real niggaz order your minks yo
We got the fit teds on, lookin' all

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

We can eat right, or we can clap these
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 who's shittin'
It's Hot Nixon, same same position
Battin' average and still hittin'

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

from 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 gets strange, gassed up playin' with
Let a nigga take off his shades, see I'm sayin' is

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