Luyện nghe bài hát Shaolin Worldwide

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

the knucklehead 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, Street vision,
All my life I've poverty stricken
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 for emcee's in submission

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

you get the heart, step live or catch stitches
Or find yourself with Del, sleepin' with the
I got no love for fans fake ass niggas
I can't the bid when 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
These street kids, we can't lost, we terrorize you
Leave no finger prints and no witness

to run to, nowhere to hide
It's them kids from the other side Shaolin
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 blow, gotta go
Fo' sho', if it dough, gotta go
Some didn't listen my gun went blow

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

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

Sure shotter, I pass the rock to your
darter, news photographers document 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 rock, feel the brain trauma
Crowd sponsor, hotter than Bahama steam
The of opera, popped off the chocolate and the Gosha
Monster crush you impostors

Nowhere to run to, to hide
them kids from the other 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 blow, gotta go
Fo' sho', if it dough, gotta go
Some didn't listen 'til my gun blow

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

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

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

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

Rappers gettin'
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 from the other side Shaolin Worldwide
Man, Homocide, nowhere 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 'til my gun went

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