Luyện nghe bài hát The Worst

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

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

Watch my shit shift, niggaz in the back, wigs
You know the God, don't even ask pah, back slit
Raw drug raps, thug hats and mob hats, on that cat
This yellow love nigga fuckin' 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 dollars in the bottle, bitch math is how

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

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

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

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

Lookin' at death, holdin' breath, laid out
On the dance floor, blood and Moet, I'm blowin' set
Trick G's, no sweat, your groin' 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, beyond your realest form
Bringin' the storm, forseein' you
Nuttin' keepin' me calm but in my palm
Sleep and you gone, you see I'm on? Creepin' outta the dark
Scatter your from here to Battery Park

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

master grab 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 marked in front, in the wrong circle

clever niggaz dat regga'
Catch you on the in Mecca and Etch-a-Sketch ya
and erase, vacation your space, breakin' your face
Straighten your waist, twist you, and miss you

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dead on
We raised in the ghetto singin' called 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, on the range
you rang for ferocious, atrocious

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

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

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

Enough said, let's paint this whole fuckin' red
And RIP they whole to a shred!
I got cold blood, I yo' plug, I hold, bust
Show no love, I'm so bugged, yo' home 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 wish a nigga would
Try to fuckin' jack me, murder you

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

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