Luyện nghe bài hát The Worst

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

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

Watch my shit shift, niggaz in the back, lift
You know the stats God, even ask pah, back slit
Raw drug raps, thug hats and mob hats, on that cat
This yellow 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, gold
You know the code read, suitcase money, stow
Rock nave's though, dollar bags valet
That nigga crabbed me, himself, like Milton Bradley

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

X-1 wild out, and make you watch
your eyes turn red with blotches, eatin' scraps out the garbage
Unload a cartridge, and a cap
X could trust a cat, Onyx is as hot as it gets
Bitches fuckin' for free, is the quest
Blow blood your flesh, your body outta your vest

I the heat from across the street
Fly you up off your feet, you die livin' short but
Street crime, time is money, nigga waste mine
Dispose my 9, throwin' shine, your froze in time

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

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

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

Steal master grab the cash fast and bash
And splash yo' class, your staff, what
Nigga get smacked, you worth a punch, hurt your bunch
Get marked in front, in the wrong punk

clever niggaz dat regga'
Catch you on the D-Lo in and Etch-a-Sketch ya
Shake and erase, vacation space, breakin' your face
Straighten your waist, 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 count more math, in the hardcore rap

Yo, we be the mainstream supreme rhyme top of the line fiends
Number one love for queens schemin' on cream
My whole team love, the bras and Mobb cars
Killa Sin known for makin' reach for the stars

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

First things 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

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

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

I got the
And when them niggaz start jumpin', back cousin
'Cause it's a new year, for some new shit
rappers dyin' over music

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

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

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

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

Yo, yo, Sticky Fingaz, one of the illest
Believe dat! My moms raise no suckers
I slap rappers, turn 'em singers
Touch somethin' of and you'll have nine fingaz!

Enough said, let's paint this whole fuckin' 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, shoot yo' up
And shoot up the whole we throw slugs

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

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