Luyện nghe bài hát The Worst

Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang,
Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang,

Aiyyo, staircase to stage now, major
Tanktop Nautica, flipping your thirty ways
Yeah who want mine? Bent outta shape, one
Play the mall, at your beautiful, sunshine

Watch my shit shift, niggaz in the back, lift
You know the stats God, even ask pah, back slit
Raw raps, thug hats and mob hats, spit on that cat
This love nigga fuckin' with a rich cat

My shit now, 5 feet 6, a crisp hat plush
Throwin' down on thirty bricks, niggaz is that
Though, federados locked my man yo, hit
Three-hundred thousand in the bottle, bitch math is how

My technique, rover in the robe, link
You know the code read, money, stow heat
Rock nave's though, hundred dollar bags
That nigga crabbed me, gamin himself, Milton Bradley

Yo the semi-automatic glock this, unlock
The weed spots get knocked, it's so hot is topless
Whips are spotless, chrome rims spin
You can't knock this, a shot you better not miss

X-1 wild out, and you watch this
'Til eyes turn red with blotches, eatin' scraps out the garbage
Unload a cartridge, and a cap
X could never trust a cat, Onyx is as hot as it
Bitches for free, is outta the quest
Blow blood your flesh, your body outta your vest

I draws the heat from the street
Fly you up off your feet, you die short but sweet
Street crime, time is money, nigga waste mine
my 9, throwin' your shine, your froze in time

Lookin' at death, holdin' your breath, out
On the floor, blood and Moet, I'm blowin' your set
Trick twenty G's, no sweat, groin' in debt
I'm groin'' for broke, I'm out smoke, you catch a stroke

Wu-Tang and Baldhedz, Swiss foreheads, you all red
X-Million, fully armed, illest beyond your form
Bringin' the storm, you warned
Nuttin' me calm but heat in my palm
and you gone, you see what I'm on? Creepin' outta the dark
Scatter your parts here to Battery Park

First first man, you're with the worst
(Fucking)
First things first man, with the worst
(Fucking)
First things man, you're with the worst
(Fucking)
You can't slam, don't let me get on him man

Steal master grab the cash fast and bash
And yo' class, mash your staff, what
Nigga get smacked, you ain't worth a punch, hurt your
Get in front, in the wrong circle punk

Mack niggaz dat regga'
Catch you on the D-Lo in Mecca and ya
Shake and erase, your space, breakin' your face
Straighten your waist, twist you, and miss you

Official and Killa Bee, full blast, get off smash
fast for your stash
Long as the war last, foot up in ass
to count more math, bring in the hardcore rap

Yo, we be the supreme rhyme top of the line cuisine fiends
Number one love for thugs queens schemin' on
My team love, the E-cup bras and Mobb cars
Killa Sin known for makin' niggaz reach for the

This terrorist, lyricist in the of the abyss
We cannabis evangelists, iron with metal fists
Wu build, like construction and bang, like
All the Planet packs com bust and malfunction, what kid?

First things first man, with the worst
(Fucking)
First first man, you're with the worst
(Fucking)
First things first man, you're the worst
(Fucking)
You slam, don't let me get fool on him man

First things first man, you're the worst
(Fucking)
First first man, you're with the worst
(Fucking)
First things first man, you're with the
(Fucking)
You can't slam, let me get fool on him man

Holy shit! Who the is dat?
It's John
Sticky kid, you got my back?
I got back cousin

I got the
And when them niggaz jumpin', bust back cousin
'Cause a new year, time for some new shit
Nowadays rappers over music

Dead on
We raised in the ghetto singin' songs survival
homicidal, you rivals
Yeah, yeah, Onyx, Wu-Tang, on tracks we gang

Chitty-bang-bang,
Hot Nix' spit flame, lava pump my veins
Caught in the zone, home on the
Aiyyo you for ferocious, atrocious

We got super califragalisticexpiala dope shit
Eight ball in the corner
We snatch wallets off the white
The Big Apple rotted
Narcotics the hard target, Hot Nix'
So the bumba claat?

Pop shit, we do the
To shark niggaz, bitten
Major heavy hittin'
Poly kitten, throw up your mittens
bitchin', no slippin', no pot to piss in
The meltin' pot's boilin' hot now in Hell's

Yo, yo, Fingaz, one of the illest motherfuckers
Believe dat! My moms don't no suckers
I rappers, turn 'em into singers
somethin' of mine and you'll have nine fingaz!

Enough said, let's paint this whole town red
And RIP they crew to a shred!
I got blood, I pull yo' plug, I hold, bust
no love, I'm so bugged, shoot yo' home up
And shoot up the club we throw slugs

You no thug!
I earned God damn penny that I got
Son I'm shotgun in the convertible
I wish a nigga what?
Try to fuckin' jack me, murder you

things first man, you're with the worst
(Fucking)
First things first man, you're with the
(Fucking)
First things first man, you're the worst
(Fucking)
You can't slam, let me get fool on him man

Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang,
Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang,