Luyện nghe bài hát The Worst

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

Aiyyo, staircase to now, major waves
Nautica, flipping your daughter thirty ways
Yeah who want mine? Bent shape, one time
the mall, starin' at your 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
This yellow love nigga fuckin' a rich cat

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

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

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

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

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

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

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' outta the
Scatter parts from here to Battery Park

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

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

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 Bee, full blast, get off smash
Pull for your stash
Long as the war last, foot up in ass
Tryin' to count math, bring in the hardcore rap

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dead on
We raised in the ghetto singin' songs called
homicidal, you rivals
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
you rang for ferocious, atrocious

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

Pop shit, we do the
To shark niggaz, bitten
Major heavy hittin'
Poly your kitten, throw up 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 don't no suckers
I slap rappers, 'em into singers
somethin' of mine and you'll have nine fingaz!

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

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

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