Luyện nghe bài hát Rules

All you hoes, be for these bitches
All you niggaz, be for these hoes

hands clusty, pullin' out gats
Double barreled, blew off the burner kinda
We back don't test, bring it to 'em proper,
Comin' from the chamber

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

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

No disrespect, that's where I rest my
I understand you rest yours true
Nigga my dead
America, together we stand, divided we
Mr. sit down, I'm in charge of the war

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

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

Y'all know the rules, we fuck with fools man
How the did we get so cool man?
ever disrespect my crew
If ya fuck with Wu we gots ta fuck

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

I'm rollin' with the I-Ill from Killa Hill
to Brownsville
Brothers that'll for the will of the righteous
Twenty-five to lifers, true and snipers
You wait like "Sixth Sense" 'til hard to

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

New York's bravest, supply you with the latest
We hall of famers, and hit you with the greatest
Took a hiatus, now you wanna hate us
Thanks to all you haters for all the cream you us

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

Sendin' to China, my cousin 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, lookin' all

Daddy get money from now on
Payday flash Visas livin' like, e'ryday
Don't fuck Benz, a 430
That shit that float water, eyeball come up
Drop yo

We can eat right, or we can clap toys
I'm with Life, ain't never been a Backstreet Boy
Who kiddin' tryin' to act like my shoe fittin'
Confused with ya head up yo' ass like shittin'
It's Hot Nixon, same same position
Battin' average and still hittin'

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

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

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

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 Wu we gots ta fuck witchu