Luyện nghe bài hát The Worst

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

Aiyyo, staircase to stage now, major
Tanktop Nautica, flipping your daughter ways
who want mine? Bent outta shape, one time
Play the mall, at your beautiful, sunshine

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

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

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

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

X-1 wild out, and make you watch
'Til your eyes turn red with blotches, 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, your outta your vest

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

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

and Baldhedz, Swiss foreheads, leave you all red
X-Million, fully armed, illest beyond 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 from here to Battery Park

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

Steal master grab the cash fast and bash
And splash yo' class, your staff, what
Nigga get smacked, you ain't worth a punch, hurt your
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, your space, breakin' your face
Straighten waist, twist you, and won't miss you

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

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

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

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

Holy shit! Who the fuck is
It's John
Sticky Fingaz kid, you got my
I got back cousin

I got the
And when them niggaz start jumpin', bust cousin
'Cause a new year, time for some new shit
Nowadays dyin' over music

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

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

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

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

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

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

You no thug!
I every God damn penny that I got
Son I'm rollin' shotgun in the
I a nigga would what?
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)
things first man, you're with the worst
(Fucking)
You can't slam, don't let me get on him man

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