Luyện nghe bài hát The Worst

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

Aiyyo, staircase to stage now, waves
Tanktop Nautica, flipping your daughter thirty
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, on that cat
This yellow love nigga fuckin' a rich 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
Three-hundred thousand dollars in the bottle, bitch is how

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

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

X-1 wild out, and make you watch
'Til your eyes turn red blotches, eatin' scraps out the garbage
a cartridge, and bust 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 the street
Fly you up off your feet, you die livin' but sweet
crime, time is money, nigga don't waste mine
Dispose my 9, your shine, your froze in time

at death, holdin' 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, beyond your realest form
Bringin' the storm, you warned
Nuttin' keepin' me calm but heat in my
Sleep and you gone, you see what I'm on? Creepin' outta the
Scatter your from here to Battery Park

First things first man, you're with the
(Fucking)
First things first man, you're with the
(Fucking)
First first man, you're with the worst
(Fucking)
You can't slam, 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 circle punk

Mack niggaz dat regga'
Catch you on the in Mecca and Etch-a-Sketch ya
Shake and erase, vacation your space, your face
Straighten your waist, you, and won't miss you

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You no thug!
I earned every God penny that I got
Son I'm rollin' in the convertible
I wish a nigga would
Try to fuckin' me, I'll murder you

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

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