Luyện nghe bài hát Rules

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

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

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

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

No disrespect, that's where I rest my
I understand you gotta yours true
Nigga my 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 hearts like cholesterol, let's
Never fall, tear it like a wreckin' ball
Role call where my that's one for all

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

Y'all know the rules, we fuck with fools man
How the fuck did we get so man?
ever disrespect my crew
If ya fuck with Wu we gots ta witchu

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

I'm rollin' the Rebel I-Ill from Killa Hill
Peace to
Brothers that'll kill for the of the righteous
to lifers, true and livin' snipers
You wait "Sixth Sense" 'til hard to kill

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

New York's bravest, always supply you the latest
We hall of famers, and still hit you 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 Wendy's on
At home, worth money, I adorns
Order drinks, all niggaz order your minks yo
We got the fit teds on, lookin' all

Daddy everybody get from now on
Payday Visas livin' like, Easter e'ryday
Don't fuck Benz, a 430
That that float through water, eyeball come up
Drop yo

We can eat right, or we can these toys
I'm with Street Life, 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'
It's Hot Nixon, team same position
average three-five-seven and still hittin'

Y'all still bitchin', still and still chicken
I'm still here, one leg missin' and kickin'
I'm hard, hard like a criminal
Love a tennis shoe, throw slug to finish you
the Method Man, for short Mr. Meth
I can tell this 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, gassed up playin' with
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
ever disrespect my crew
If ya fuck with Wu we gots ta witchu