Luyện nghe bài hát Rules

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

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

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

Who the fuck knocked our buildings
Who the man behind the World Trade
up now
Where the four planes at huh is you insane
Fly that shit over my hood and get blown to

No disrespect, that's where I rest my
I you gotta rest yours 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 bless
hearts like cholesterol, let's brawl
Never fall, it down like a wreckin' ball
Role call my niggaz that's one for all

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

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

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

How you Street Life? I'm surrounded by criminals
killers tote guns 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 cream you us

Y'all know the rules, we fuck with fools 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 in Wendy's on Viacom
At home, it's worth money, I
Order drinks, all niggaz order your minks yo
We got the fit teds on, all fink

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

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

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

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

Wu-Tang, rushin' yo' gang, crushin' the game
Pretty thugs, they chain, hand cuppin' they thang
Who strange, gassed up playin' with flames
Let a take off his shades, see what I'm sayin' is

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