Luyện nghe bài hát Rules

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

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

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

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

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

Yes yes y'all, the INS bless
Stop hearts like cholesterol, let's
Never fall, tear it down like a ball
call 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 smoke a ounce as we mills
Providin' you ecstasy without pills

Y'all know the rules, we 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

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

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

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

New York's bravest, always supply you the latest
We hall of famers, and still hit you with the
Took a year hiatus, now you 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 did we get so cool man?
Never ever disrespect my
If ya with Wu we gots ta fuck witchu

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

Daddy everybody get money now on
Payday Visas livin' like, Easter e'ryday
fuck Benz, rather a 430
That shit that through water, eyeball come up
birdies yo

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

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

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

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

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