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 don't test, bring it to 'em proper, potnah
Comin' from the chamber

Math, let the spin
Many y'all be sparkin'
Stray shots, all on the block stays hot
If ya fuck Wu, we gots ta fuck witchu

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

No disrespect, that's where I my head
I you gotta rest yours true
Nigga my people's
America, together we stand, divided we
Mr. Bush sit down, I'm in 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 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 as we count mills
you pure ecstasy without pills

Y'all know the rules, we don't with fools man
How the fuck did we get so cool
ever disrespect my crew
If ya fuck with Wu we gots ta witchu

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

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

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

New York's bravest, always supply you the latest
We of famers, and still hit you with the greatest
Took a hiatus, now you wanna hate us
Thanks to all you 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 disrespect my
If ya fuck with Wu we gots ta witchu

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

Daddy get money from now on
Payday flash Visas like, Easter e'ryday
fuck Benz, rather a 430
That shit that float through water, eyeball up
birdies yo

We can eat right, or we can these toys
I'm with Street Life, ain't never been a Boy
Who y'all kiddin' tryin' to act my shoe fittin'
Confused with ya head up yo' ass who's shittin'
It's Hot Nixon, same same position
Battin' average three-five-seven and hittin'

Y'all still bitchin', lame and still chicken
I'm still here, one leg and still kickin'
'Cause I'm hard, hard a criminal
Love like a tennis shoe, slug to finish you
It's the Method Man, for short Mr.
I can tell this motherfucker ain't Wu, 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, hand they thang
Who strange, gassed up playin' with flames
Let a nigga take off his shades, see what I'm is

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