Luyện nghe bài hát The Worst

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

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

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

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

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

Yo the glock this, unlock this
The spots get knocked, it's so hot chicks is topless
Whips are spotless, chrome rims obnoxious
You knock this, bust a shot you better not miss

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

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

Lookin' at death, holdin' your breath, out
On the dance floor, blood and Moet, I'm blowin' 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, illest beyond your realest
Bringin' the storm, you warned
keepin' me calm but heat in my palm
Sleep and you gone, you see I'm on? Creepin' outta the dark
Scatter your parts from here to Battery

First things man, you're with the worst
(Fucking)
First things first man, you're 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 ain't worth a punch, hurt your
Get in front, in the wrong circle punk

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

Official and Killa Bee, full blast, get off smash
Pull for your stash
Long as the war last, foot up in 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 thugs schemin' on cream
My whole team love, the E-cup bras and Mobb
Killa Sin known for makin' niggaz reach for the

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

First things first man, you're 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

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 start jumpin', bust back
'Cause it's a new year, time for some new
Nowadays rappers dyin' music

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

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

We got that super califragalisticexpiala shit
Eight ball in the corner
We snatch wallets off the white
The Big Apple rotted
Narcotics the hard target, Hot Nix'
So what the bumba

Pop shit, we do the
To niggaz, once bitten
Major swingers heavy
Poly your kitten, up your mittens
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 raise no suckers
I slap rappers, turn 'em singers
somethin' of mine and you'll have nine fingaz!

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

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

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