Luyện nghe bài hát Rules

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

Both clusty, pullin' out gats
Double barreled, blew off the burner kinda
We don't test, bring it to 'em proper, potnah
from the thirty-six chamber

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

Who the fuck our buildings down?
Who the man the World Trade massacres
up now
Where the planes 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 gotta rest true
my people's dead
America, we stand, divided we fall
Mr. Bush sit down, I'm in of the war

Yes yes y'all, the INS y'all
Stop like cholesterol, let's brawl
fall, tear it down like a wreckin' ball
Role call where my niggaz one for all

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

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

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

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

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

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 hate us
Thanks to all you haters for all the you made us

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

letters 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 everybody get money now on
Payday flash Visas livin' like, e'ryday
Don't Benz, rather a 430
That shit that float through water, come up
birdies yo

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

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

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

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

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