Luyện nghe bài hát The Worst

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

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

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

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

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

Yo the glock this, unlock this
The weed spots get knocked, it's so hot 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 eyes turn red blotches, eatin' scraps out the garbage
Unload a cartridge, and a cap
X never trust a cat, Onyx is as hot as it gets
Bitches for free, is outta the quest
Blow outta your flesh, your body outta your vest

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

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

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

First first 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

Steal grab half the cash fast and bash
And splash yo' class, mash 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
and erase, vacation your space, breakin' your face
Straighten your waist, twist you, and miss you

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

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

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

First first 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

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

Holy shit! Who the fuck is
It's John
Sticky kid, you got my back?
I got your back

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

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

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

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

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

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

Enough said, let's paint this whole fuckin' red
And RIP they whole 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 club we throw slugs

You no thug!
I earned God damn penny that I got
Son I'm shotgun in the convertible
I wish a would 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 things first man, with the worst
(Fucking)
You can't slam, let me get fool on him man

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