Luyện nghe bài hát The Worst

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

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

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

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

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

Yo the glock this, unlock this
The weed get knocked, it's so hot chicks is topless
Whips are spotless, chrome rims obnoxious
You knock this, bust 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, is as hot as it gets
Bitches fuckin' for free, is outta the
Blow blood outta your flesh, body outta your 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
my 9, throwin' your shine, your froze in time

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

and Baldhedz, Swiss 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 from here to Battery Park

First first man, you're with 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

Steal grab half the cash fast and bash
And yo' class, mash your 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 D-Lo in Mecca and ya
Shake and erase, vacation your space, your face
Straighten your waist, twist you, and won't you

Official Nast and Killa Bee, blast, get off smash
fast for your stash
Long as the war last, foot up in ass
to count 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 E-cup bras and cars
Sin known for makin' niggaz reach for the stars

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

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

First first man, you're with the worst
(Fucking)
First first man, you're with the worst
(Fucking)
First first man, you're with the worst
(Fucking)
You can't slam, let me get fool 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 start jumpin', bust back cousin
'Cause it's a new year, time for some new
Nowadays rappers over music

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

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

We got that super dope shit
Eight ball in the corner
We snatch wallets off the white
The Big Apple forever
Narcotics hunt the target, Hot Nix'
So what the claat?

Pop shit, we do the
To shark niggaz, once
Major swingers heavy
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 motherfuckers
Believe dat! My moms don't no suckers
I rappers, turn 'em into singers
Touch somethin' of and you'll have nine fingaz!

Enough said, let's paint this whole fuckin' red
And RIP they whole to a shred!
I got cold blood, I yo' plug, I hold, bust
Show no love, I'm so bugged, yo' home up
And up the whole 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, I'll you

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

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