Luyện nghe bài hát Rules

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

hands clusty, pullin' out gats
Double barreled, blew off the burner kinda
We don't test, bring it to 'em proper, potnah
Comin' 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 knocked our buildings down?
Who the man behind the Trade massacres
up now
Where the four at huh is you insane bitch?
Fly shit over my hood and get blown to bits

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

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

Y'all 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

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

I'm rollin' with the I-Ill from Killa Hill
Peace to
Brothers that'll kill for the of the righteous
Twenty-five to lifers, and livin' snipers
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, street intellect, all
Project original, individual

New York's bravest, always supply you the latest
We hall of famers, and still hit you with the
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 with man
How the fuck did we get so cool
Never ever my crew
If ya fuck with Wu we ta fuck witchu

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

Daddy everybody get money now on
Payday flash Visas livin' like, Easter
fuck Benz, rather a 430
That that float through water, eyeball come up
birdies yo

We can eat right, or we can these toys
I'm with Street Life, never been a Backstreet Boy
Who y'all kiddin' tryin' to act like my shoe
with ya head up yo' ass like who's shittin'
It's Hot Nixon, same team same
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, 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, at his neck

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

It's Wu-Tang, rushin' yo' gang, the game
thugs, clutchin' they chain, hand 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 fuck with fools man
How the fuck did we get so man?
Never ever my crew
If ya fuck with Wu we gots ta witchu