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 kinda dusty
We don't test, bring it to 'em proper, potnah
from the thirty-six chamber

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

Who the knocked our buildings down?
Who the man behind the World Trade
up now
Where the planes at huh is you insane bitch?
Fly that shit over my and get blown to bits

No disrespect, where I rest my head
I understand you gotta yours true
Nigga my dead
America, together we stand, we fall
Mr. Bush sit down, I'm in of the war

Yes yes y'all, the INS bless
hearts like cholesterol, let's brawl
Never fall, it down like a wreckin' ball
Role call where my niggaz one for all

And all for one, we draw the guns on
Cash in the envelope, spend it on
smoke a ounce as we count mills
Providin' you pure ecstasy pills

know the rules, we don't 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

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

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

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

New York's bravest, supply you with the latest
We hall of famers, and hit you with the greatest
a year hiatus, now you wanna 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 cool
ever disrespect my crew
If ya fuck with Wu we gots ta witchu

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

everybody get money from now on
Payday flash livin' like, Easter e'ryday
Don't Benz, rather a 430
That shit float through water, eyeball come up
Drop yo

We can eat right, or we can these toys
I'm with Street Life, ain't been a Backstreet Boy
Who y'all kiddin' tryin' to act like my shoe
Confused with ya head up yo' ass like who's
It's Hot Nixon, same team position
Battin' average three-five-seven and still

Y'all still bitchin', still lame and still
I'm still here, one leg missin' and 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 ain't Wu, look at his neck

Comin' from the chamber
it to 'em proper, potnah

It's Wu-Tang, yo' gang, crushin' the game
Pretty thugs, clutchin' chain, hand cuppin' they thang
Who strange, gassed up playin' with 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 did we get so cool man?
Never ever disrespect my
If ya fuck Wu we gots ta fuck witchu