Luyện nghe bài hát Shaolin Worldwide

Who's the wantin' respect?
Wantin' respect, wantin'
Never doubt the
Who's the knucklehead respect?

Who's the wantin' respect?
Who the are you to criticize me?
Yo, I slap, yo, I slap dick ta ya
Yo, respect, my word

Another Wu tradition, vision, listen
All my life I've been poverty
took what's mines, never was given
A second just to rap sheet a bad decision

You can't knock the hustle or the that I'm livin'
Quick to slip the clip in, you out position
Street jurisdiction, nigga, no
Concrete composition for emcee's in

edition crash, course mission
Push through like the task force to crush all
See you a distance, dry snitchin', whisperin'
To your man posted up two little bitches

When you get the heart, step live or stitches
Or find yourself with Del, with the fishes
I got no love for fans fake ass niggas
I can't stand the bid that's all in my business

Wu-Tang and a day, don't get it twisted
I get lifted, I just shoot from hot biscuit
street kids, we can't lost, we terrorize you district
Leave no finger prints and no witness

to run to, nowhere to hide
It's kids from the other side Shaolin Worldwide
Life, Homocide, nowhere to run to
to hide, boo, we P.L.O.

Fo' sho', if it don't flow, go
Fo' sho', if it blow, gotta go
Fo' sho', if it dough, gotta go
Some didn't 'til my gun went blow

Yo, thoughts sharper a Japanese Kitana
Ninja coma, piranhas teeth on my armor
Scandalous, I ran contra-bomber, stalker like rebels of
Death dishonor, snake charmer

Persona of one who makes
4 type saga, tuckin' a revolver in my Parker
Bombin' unprepared for departure, might talk but strike
the bow of the silent archer

Sure shotter, I pass the rock to your
Poison darter, news photographers the horror
While I bounce Shaunda Tiwana and I from blue Honda
scholar, rockwilder, rip mic's for top dollar

Your highness, the holler
Got your head rock, the brain trauma
sponsor, hotter than Bahama steam saunas
The of opera, popped off the chocolate and the Gosha
Monster truck you impostors

Nowhere to run to, to hide
It's them kids from the other side Shaolin
I.N.S., Homocide, to run to
to hide, boo, we P.L.O.

Fo' sho', if it don't flow, go
Fo' sho', if it don't blow, go
Fo' sho', if it ain't dough, go
Some didn't listen my gun went blow

I'm the four mic emcee with five mic
'cuz y'all can't understand what I been through
You ain't got to love me or even to
Actin' like the street, ain't got no street credentials

Track villains, rats be killin'
They catch fillin' and slap a feelin' out ya
Underground, sound, for ghetto
Up shit's lookin' for some more shit to get into

Got the jewels as I continue
To you everythin' on that's on the menu
With Chef John Jacob, Sunz Of Man
you Wake Up?

My nigga smell the coffee, I'm too hardcore to softly
Come to free the and get the bullshit up off me
The Jedi, only use The Force if ya me
Shaolin what? Don't get it up and cross me

Rappers gettin'
For actin' up and flossy
Say it so, bust the calico
Rap from the Island called Stat', we go

Nowhere to run to, nowhere to
It's them from the other side Shaolin Worldwide
Man, Homocide, nowhere to run to
to hide, boo, we P.L.O.

Fo' sho', if it flow, gotta go
Fo' sho', if it blow, gotta go
Fo' sho', if it ain't dough, go
Some didn't 'til my gun went blow

respect, wantin' respect
Who's the knucklehead respect?
Wantin' respect, respect
Wantin' respect, niggas in the