Luyện nghe bài hát Shaolin Worldwide

Who's the wantin' respect?
Wantin' respect, wantin'
doubt the Life
Who's the wantin' respect?

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nowhere to run to, to hide
It's them kids from the other side Worldwide
Street Life, 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 dough, gotta go
Some didn't listen 'til my gun went

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

of one who makes drama
Godfather 4 saga, tuckin' a revolver in my Parker
Bombin' unprepared for departure, might but strike harder
Fear the bow of the archer

Sure shotter, I pass the to your starter
Poison darter, news document the horror
While I bounce Shaunda with and I from blue Honda
Honorable scholar, rockwilder, rip for top dollar

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

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

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

I'm the four mic emcee with mic potential
Overlooked 'cuz y'all can't understand what I been
You ain't got to me or even pretend to
like the street, they ain't got no street credentials

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

Got the jewels as I continue
To serve you everythin' on on the menu
Chef John Jacob, remember Sunz Of Man
Told you Up?

My smell the coffee, I'm too hardcore to kill softly
Come to the mind and get the bullshit up off me
The Jedi, only use The if ya force me
Shaolin what? Don't get it fucked up and me

gettin' stuck
For actin' up and flossy
Say it ain't so, the calico
Rap from the Island called Stat', we go

to run to, nowhere to hide
It's them kids the other side Shaolin Worldwide
Method Man, Homocide, 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
didn't listen 'til my gun went blow

Wantin' respect, wantin'
Who's the knucklehead wantin'
Wantin' respect, wantin'
Wantin' respect, sharpest in the