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 thirty
Yeah who want mine? Bent shape, one time
the mall, starin' at your beautiful, sunshine

Watch my shit shift, niggaz in the back, wigs
You know the stats God, even ask pah, back slit
Raw drug raps, thug hats and mob hats, spit on cat
This yellow love nigga fuckin' with a cat

My shit now, 5 6, with a crisp hat plush
Throwin' down on thirty bricks, niggaz is with
Though, locked 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, suitcase money, heat
Rock though, hundred dollar bags valet
That nigga crabbed me, himself, like Milton Bradley

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

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

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

Lookin' at death, holdin' your breath, out
On the floor, blood and Moet, I'm blowin' your set
Trick twenty G's, no sweat, groin' in debt
I'm groin'' for broke, I'm blowin' out smoke, you 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' keepin' me calm but in my palm
Sleep and you gone, you see I'm on? Creepin' outta the dark
Scatter parts from here to Battery Park

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

Steal master grab the cash fast and bash
And splash yo' class, your staff, what
get smacked, you ain't worth a punch, hurt your bunch
Get marked in front, in the wrong circle

Mack clever niggaz dat
Catch you on the D-Lo in and Etch-a-Sketch ya
Shake and erase, vacation your space, breakin' face
your waist, twist you, and won't 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 rhyme top of the cuisine fiends
Number one love for thugs schemin' on cream
My team love, the E-cup bras and Mobb cars
Killa Sin known for niggaz reach for the stars

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

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

things first man, you're with the worst
(Fucking)
First things first man, 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 fuck is
John John
Sticky kid, you got my back?
I got your cousin

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

Dead on
We raised in the ghetto singin' songs survival
homicidal, you rivals
Yeah, yeah, Onyx, Wu-Tang, on tracks we gang

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

We got that super dope shit
Eight ball in the pocket
We snatch off the white collared
The Big forever rotted
hunt the hard target, Hot Nix'
So what the claat?

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

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

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

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

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

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