Luyện nghe bài hát Rules

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

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

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

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

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

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

And all for one, we draw the on impulse
Cash in the envelope, it on kinfolk
Then a ounce as we count mills
you pure ecstasy without pills

Y'all the rules, we don't 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

dogs better guard 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 I-Ill Killa Hill
Peace to
Brothers that'll for the will of the righteous
Twenty-five to lifers, true and snipers
You wait like "Sixth Sense" hard to kill

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

New York's bravest, always 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 you made us

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

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

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

We can eat right, or we can clap these
I'm with Street Life, ain't been a Backstreet Boy
Who y'all kiddin' tryin' to act my shoe fittin'
Confused with ya head up yo' ass who's shittin'
Hot Nixon, same team same position
Battin' three-five-seven and still hittin'

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

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

It's Wu-Tang, rushin' yo' gang, the game
Pretty thugs, clutchin' they chain, cuppin' they thang
Who gets strange, gassed up with 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 did we get so cool man?
ever disrespect my crew
If ya fuck with Wu we gots ta fuck