Luyện nghe bài hát The Worst

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

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

Watch my shit shift, niggaz in the back, wigs
You know the God, don't 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 now, 5 feet 6, with a crisp hat plush
Throwin' down on thirty bricks, niggaz is with
Though, federados my man yo, hit lotto
Three-hundred dollars in the bottle, bitch math is how

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

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

X-1 wild out, and you watch this
'Til your eyes turn red with blotches, eatin' scraps out the
Unload a cartridge, and a cap
X could trust a cat, Onyx is as hot as it gets
Bitches fuckin' for free, is outta the
Blow blood outta your flesh, your body outta vest

I draws the heat across the street
Fly you up off your feet, you die livin' short but
Street crime, time is money, nigga waste mine
Dispose my 9, throwin' shine, your froze in time

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

and Baldhedz, Swiss foreheads, leave you all red
X-Million, fully armed, illest beyond your form
Bringin' the storm, forseein' you
Nuttin' keepin' me but heat in my palm
Sleep and you gone, you see what I'm on? Creepin' outta the
Scatter your parts from to Battery Park

First things first man, you're with the
(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

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

Mack clever 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 Bee, full blast, get off smash
Pull fast for your
as the war last, foot up in your ass
Tryin' to more math, bring in the hardcore rap

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

This terrorist, lyricist in the midst of the
We cannabis evangelists, iron palms with 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 man, you're with the worst
(Fucking)
First things first man, you're with the
(Fucking)
You slam, don't let me get fool on him man

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

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

I got the
And when them start jumpin', bust back cousin
'Cause a new year, time for some new shit
Nowadays rappers over music

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

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

We got that super dope shit
Eight ball in the corner
We snatch wallets off the collared
The Big forever rotted
Narcotics hunt the hard target, Hot
So what the claat?

Pop shit, we do the
To shark niggaz, once
swingers heavy hittin'
Poly kitten, throw up your mittens
bitchin', no slippin', no pot to piss 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 rappers, turn 'em into singers
Touch somethin' of mine and you'll nine fingaz!

Enough said, let's this whole fuckin' town red
And RIP whole crew to a shred!
I got cold blood, I yo' plug, I hold, bust
Show no love, I'm so bugged, yo' home 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 a nigga would what?
Try to jack me, I'll murder you

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

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