Luyện nghe bài hát The Worst

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

Aiyyo, staircase to now, major waves
Tanktop Nautica, your daughter thirty ways
Yeah who want mine? outta shape, one time
the mall, starin' 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 drug raps, thug hats and mob hats, spit on cat
This yellow nigga fuckin' with a rich cat

My shit now, 5 feet 6, with a hat plush
down on thirty bricks, niggaz is with that
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, heat
Rock nave's though, hundred bags valet
nigga crabbed me, gamin himself, like Milton Bradley

Yo the glock this, unlock this
The weed get knocked, it's so hot chicks is topless
Whips are spotless, rims spin obnoxious
You knock this, bust a shot you better not miss

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

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

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

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

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

Steal master grab half the 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 niggaz dat regga'
Catch you on the D-Lo in and Etch-a-Sketch ya
Shake and erase, vacation space, breakin' your face
Straighten your waist, twist you, and won't you

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

Yo, we be the mainstream rhyme top of the line cuisine fiends
Number one love for thugs queens schemin' on
My whole love, the E-cup 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 with metal fists
Wu build, like and bang, like percussion
All the Planet Battery packs com bust and malfunction, kid?

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

First things first man, with 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

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

Dead on
We raised in the singin' songs called survival
homicidal, you rivals
Yeah, yeah, Onyx, Wu-Tang, on tracks we gang

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

We got that super califragalisticexpiala shit
Eight in the corner pocket
We snatch wallets off the collared
The Big Apple rotted
Narcotics hunt the hard target, Hot
So the bumba claat?

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

Yo, yo, Sticky Fingaz, one of the illest
Believe dat! My moms raise no suckers
I slap rappers, turn 'em singers
somethin' of mine and you'll have nine fingaz!

Enough said, let's paint this fuckin' town red
And RIP whole 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 earned every God penny that I got
Son I'm shotgun in the convertible
I wish a would what?
Try to jack 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, you're the worst
(Fucking)
You can't slam, let me get fool on him man

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