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 want mine? outta shape, one time
the mall, starin' at your beautiful, sunshine

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

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

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

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

X-1 wild out, and you watch this
'Til your eyes red with blotches, eatin' scraps out the garbage
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 flesh, your body outta your vest

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

Lookin' at death, holdin' 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 a stroke

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

First things 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 can't slam, don't let me get on him man

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

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

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

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

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

First things first man, you're with the
(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

shit! Who the fuck is dat?
It's John
Fingaz kid, you got my back?
I got your cousin

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

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

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

We got that califragalisticexpiala dope shit
ball in the corner pocket
We wallets off the white collared
The Big forever rotted
Narcotics the hard target, Hot Nix'
So what the bumba

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

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

said, let's paint this whole fuckin' town red
And RIP they crew to a shred!
I got blood, I pull yo' plug, I hold, bust
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 wish a nigga would
Try to fuckin' jack me, murder you

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