Luyện nghe bài hát The Worst

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

Aiyyo, staircase to now, major waves
Tanktop Nautica, flipping daughter thirty ways
Yeah who want Bent 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, even ask pah, back slit
Raw drug raps, thug hats and mob hats, on that cat
This yellow love nigga fuckin' with a cat

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

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

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

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

I the heat from across the street
Fly you up off feet, you die livin' short but sweet
Street crime, time is money, nigga don't waste
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, your in debt
I'm groin'' for broke, I'm blowin' out smoke, you catch a

Wu-Tang and Baldhedz, foreheads, leave you all red
X-Million, armed, illest beyond your realest 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' the dark
Scatter your parts from to Battery Park

First things first man, you're with the
(Fucking)
First things first man, you're 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 half the cash fast and bash
And splash yo' class, your staff, what
Nigga get smacked, you ain't worth a punch, hurt bunch
Get in front, in the wrong circle punk

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

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

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

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

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

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

Holy shit! Who the fuck is
John John
Sticky kid, you got my back?
I got your cousin

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

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

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

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

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

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

Enough said, let's paint this whole town red
And RIP they crew 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 we throw slugs

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

First things first man, you're the worst
(Fucking)
First first man, you're with 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,