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 Bent outta shape, one time
Play the mall, at your beautiful, sunshine

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

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

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

Yo the semi-automatic glock this, this
The weed spots get knocked, so hot chicks is topless
Whips are spotless, rims spin obnoxious
You can't this, bust a shot you better not miss

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

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

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

and Baldhedz, Swiss foreheads, leave you all red
X-Million, fully armed, illest beyond your realest
Bringin' the storm, you warned
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 Battery

things first 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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

on arrival
We raised in the ghetto singin' called survival
homicidal, you rivals
Yeah, yeah, Onyx, Wu-Tang, on tracks we bang

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

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

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

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

Enough said, paint this whole fuckin' town red
And RIP whole crew 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' in the convertible
I wish a nigga would
Try to jack me, I'll murder you

First 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

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