Luyện nghe bài hát The Worst

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

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

Watch my shit shift, niggaz in the back, 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 fuckin' with a rich cat

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

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

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

X-1 out, and make you watch this
'Til your eyes turn red with blotches, eatin' scraps out the
Unload a cartridge, and a cap
X could never a cat, Onyx is as hot as it gets
fuckin' for free, is outta the quest
Blow blood outta your flesh, your body outta 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 don't mine
Dispose my 9, your shine, your froze in time

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

Wu-Tang and Baldhedz, foreheads, leave you all red
X-Million, fully armed, illest beyond your form
Bringin' the storm, you warned
Nuttin' keepin' me but heat in my palm
Sleep and you gone, you see I'm on? Creepin' outta 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 things man, you're with the worst
(Fucking)
You can't slam, don't let me get on him man

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

Mack clever niggaz dat
you on the D-Lo in Mecca 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 Bee, full blast, get off smash
Pull fast for stash
Long as the war last, foot up in ass
Tryin' to count more math, in the hardcore rap

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

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

First things first man, you're with the
(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

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

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

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

Dead on
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' spit flame, pump through my veins
Caught in the zone, on the range
you rang for ferocious, atrocious

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

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

Yo, yo, Fingaz, one of the illest motherfuckers
Believe dat! My moms don't no suckers
I slap rappers, turn 'em singers
Touch somethin' of mine and have nine fingaz!

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

You no thug!
I earned every God penny that I got
Son I'm rollin' in the convertible
I wish a nigga would
Try to fuckin' me, I'll murder you

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

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