Luyện nghe bài hát Rules

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

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

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

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

No disrespect, that's I rest my head
I understand you gotta rest 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 cholesterol, let's 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, it on kinfolk
Then smoke a as we count mills
Providin' you pure without pills

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

Y'all dogs guard ya grills, it's all real
We live from it, it's the God
Yo' wonderful, the blillz
Let me with the people for the mills

I'm rollin' with the I-Ill from Killa Hill
Peace to
that'll kill for the will of the righteous
Twenty-five to lifers, true and snipers
You wait like "Sixth Sense" 'til to kill

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

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

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

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

Daddy get money from now on
Payday flash livin' like, Easter e'ryday
Don't fuck Benz, a 430
That shit that float through water, eyeball 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 up yo' ass like who's shittin'
Hot Nixon, same team same position
Battin' average and still hittin'

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

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

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

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 witchu