Luyện nghe bài hát Rules

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

Both hands clusty, pullin' out
Double barreled, blew off the burner dusty
We back don't test, 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 ta fuck witchu

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

No disrespect, that's where I rest my
I you gotta rest yours true
Nigga my dead
America, together we stand, we fall
Mr. sit down, I'm in charge 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
Cash in the envelope, spend it on
Then a ounce as we count mills
Providin' you pure without pills

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

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

I'm rollin' with the Rebel I-Ill from Killa
Peace to
Brothers kill for the will of the righteous
Twenty-five to lifers, true and livin'
You wait like "Sixth Sense" 'til hard to

How you livin' Life? I'm surrounded by criminals
Serial killers tote guns the serial
High-tech, intellect, all digital
original, sheisty individual

New bravest, always supply you with the latest
We hall of famers, and still hit you 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 with fools man
How the did we get so cool man?
ever disrespect my crew
If ya fuck with Wu we gots ta witchu

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

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

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

Y'all still bitchin', still and still chicken
I'm here, one leg missin' 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, at his neck

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

It's Wu-Tang, rushin' yo' gang, crushin' the
Pretty thugs, clutchin' chain, hand cuppin' they thang
Who gets strange, 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 cool
Never disrespect my crew
If ya with Wu we gots ta fuck witchu