Luyện nghe bài hát The Worst

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

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

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

My shit now, 5 feet 6, a crisp hat plush
down on thirty bricks, niggaz is with that
Though, locked my man yo, hit lotto
thousand dollars in the bottle, bitch math is how

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

Yo the semi-automatic glock this, this
The weed get knocked, it's so hot chicks 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 your eyes turn red with blotches, eatin' out the garbage
Unload a cartridge, and a cap
X could never trust a cat, Onyx is as hot as it
Bitches fuckin' for free, is the quest
Blow blood outta your flesh, your body outta your

I draws the 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, throwin' shine, your froze in time

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

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

First things 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 slam, don't let me get fool on him man

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

shit! Who the fuck is dat?
It's John
Sticky Fingaz kid, you got my
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 dyin' over music

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

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

We got that super dope shit
ball in the corner pocket
We snatch off the white collared
The Big forever rotted
hunt the hard target, Hot Nix'
So what the claat?

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

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

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

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

First things first man, 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, let me get fool on him man

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