Luyện nghe bài hát The Worst

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

Aiyyo, staircase to now, major waves
Nautica, flipping your 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 stats God, don't even ask pah, slit
Raw drug raps, thug hats and mob hats, on that cat
This yellow nigga fuckin' with a rich cat

My shit now, 5 feet 6, with a hat plush
Throwin' down on thirty bricks, niggaz is with
Though, federados locked my man yo, hit
thousand dollars 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, rims spin obnoxious
You can't knock this, bust a shot you better not

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

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

Lookin' at death, your breath, laid out
On the dance floor, and Moet, I'm blowin' your set
Trick twenty G's, no sweat, your in debt
I'm for broke, I'm blowin' 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
keepin' me calm 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 man, you're with the worst
(Fucking)
First things 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 yo' class, mash your staff, what
Nigga get smacked, you ain't a punch, hurt your bunch
Get marked in front, in the wrong punk

Mack clever dat regga'
Catch you on the D-Lo in Mecca and ya
and erase, vacation your space, breakin' your face
Straighten your waist, you, and won't miss you

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

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

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

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

First things first man, you're with the
(Fucking)
First things man, you're with the worst
(Fucking)
First things first man, you're the worst
(Fucking)
You can't slam, let me get fool 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 them niggaz start jumpin', bust cousin
it's a new year, time for some new shit
Nowadays dyin' over music

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

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

We got that califragalisticexpiala dope shit
ball in the corner pocket
We snatch wallets off the white
The Big Apple forever
hunt the hard target, Hot Nix'
So what the bumba

Pop shit, we do the
To niggaz, once bitten
swingers heavy hittin'
Poly your kitten, throw up your
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 don't raise no suckers
I slap rappers, 'em into singers
Touch somethin' of mine and you'll have fingaz!

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

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

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

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