Luyện nghe bài hát Shaolin Worldwide

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

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

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

You knock the hustle or the life that I'm livin'
Quick to the clip in, blow you out position
Street jurisdiction, nigga, no
Concrete composition for in submission

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I'm the four mic with five mic potential
Overlooked 'cuz can't understand what I been through
You ain't got to love me or even to
Actin' like the street, they ain't got no 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 some more shit to get

Got the Clan as I continue
To serve you everythin' on that's on the
With John Jacob, remember Sunz Of Man
you Wake Up?

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

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

to run to, nowhere to hide
It's them kids from the 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
Some didn't listen 'til my gun blow

Wantin' respect, wantin'
the knucklehead wantin' respect?
Wantin' respect, wantin'
Wantin' respect, sharpest in the