Luyện nghe bài hát The Worst

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

Aiyyo, staircase to stage now, waves
Tanktop Nautica, flipping daughter thirty ways
Yeah who want mine? outta shape, one time
Play the mall, starin' at your beautiful,

Watch my shit shift, in the back, wigs lift
You know the God, don't even ask pah, back slit
Raw drug raps, thug and mob hats, spit on that cat
This yellow love fuckin' with a rich cat

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

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

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

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

I draws the heat from across the
Fly you up off your feet, you die livin' short but
Street crime, is money, nigga don't waste mine
Dispose my 9, your shine, your froze in time

Lookin' at death, holdin' breath, laid 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 blowin' out smoke, you a stroke

and Baldhedz, Swiss foreheads, leave you all red
X-Million, armed, illest beyond your realest form
Bringin' the storm, you warned
Nuttin' keepin' me but heat in my palm
Sleep and you gone, you see what I'm on? Creepin' outta the
Scatter your from here to Battery Park

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

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

Mack clever niggaz dat
you on the D-Lo in Mecca and Etch-a-Sketch ya
Shake and erase, your space, breakin' your face
Straighten waist, twist you, and won't miss you

Official Nast and Killa Bee, full blast, get off
Pull for your stash
Long as the war last, foot up in ass
Tryin' to more math, bring in the hardcore rap

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

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

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

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

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

I got the
And when niggaz start jumpin', bust back cousin
'Cause it's a new year, time for some new
Nowadays rappers dyin' music

on arrival
We raised in the ghetto singin' songs survival
Duckin' homicidal, you
Yeah, yeah, Onyx, Wu-Tang, on we gang bang

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

We got that super califragalisticexpiala dope
Eight ball in the corner
We snatch wallets off the white
The Big Apple rotted
Narcotics hunt the hard target, Hot
So what the claat?

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

Yo, yo, Sticky Fingaz, one of the motherfuckers
Believe dat! My don't raise no suckers
I slap rappers, 'em into singers
Touch of mine and you'll have nine fingaz!

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

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

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

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