Luyện nghe bài hát The Worst

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lookin' at death, your breath, laid out
On the dance floor, blood and Moet, I'm your set
Trick twenty G's, no sweat, your groin' in
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, beyond your realest form
the storm, forseein' you warned
Nuttin' keepin' me but heat in my palm
and you gone, you see what I'm on? Creepin' outta the dark
Scatter your parts from here to Park

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dead on
We in the ghetto singin' songs called survival
Duckin' homicidal, you
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
Aiyyo you for ferocious, atrocious

We got that califragalisticexpiala dope shit
ball in the corner pocket
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 shark niggaz, bitten
swingers heavy hittin'
Poly kitten, throw up your 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
dat! My moms don't raise no suckers
I slap rappers, turn 'em into
Touch somethin' of mine and you'll have fingaz!

Enough said, let's paint 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 up the whole club we throw slugs

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

First things first man, with the worst
(Fucking)
First first 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,