Luyện nghe bài hát Rules

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

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

Math, let the plate
Many y'all be sparkin'
Stray shots, all on the block that 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 bitch?
Fly that shit over my hood and get to bits

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

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

And all for one, we draw the on impulse
in the envelope, spend it on kinfolk
Then smoke a ounce as we 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 ever disrespect my
If ya fuck with Wu we ta fuck witchu

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

still 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, slug to finish you
the Method Man, for short Mr. Meth
I can tell motherfucker ain't Wu, look at his neck

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 cuppin' 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 disrespect my crew
If ya fuck Wu we gots ta fuck witchu