Luyện nghe bài hát The Worst

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

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

Watch my shift, niggaz in the back, wigs 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 nigga fuckin' a rich cat

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

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

Yo the semi-automatic glock this, unlock
The spots 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 out, and make you watch this
'Til your turn red with blotches, eatin' scraps out the garbage
a cartridge, and bust a cap
X never trust a cat, Onyx is as hot as it gets
Bitches fuckin' for free, is the quest
blood outta your flesh, your body outta your vest

I draws the from across the street
Fly you up off feet, you die livin' short but sweet
Street crime, time is money, nigga don't mine
my 9, throwin' your shine, your froze in time

Lookin' at death, your breath, laid out
On the dance floor, and Moet, I'm blowin' your set
twenty G's, no sweat, your 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, you warned
Nuttin' keepin' me but heat in my palm
Sleep and you gone, you see what I'm on? outta the dark
your parts from here to Battery Park

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

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

Mack niggaz dat regga'
you on the D-Lo in Mecca and Etch-a-Sketch ya
Shake and erase, your space, breakin' your face
Straighten your waist, you, and won't miss you

Official Nast and Bee, full blast, get off smash
Pull fast for your
Long as the war last, up in your ass
to count more math, bring in the hardcore rap

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

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

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

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

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

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

on arrival
We raised in the ghetto singin' 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
Caught in the zone, on the range
you rang for ferocious, atrocious

We got that super dope shit
ball in the corner pocket
We snatch wallets off the white
The Big Apple rotted
Narcotics the hard target, Hot Nix'
So the bumba claat?

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

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

Enough said, let's paint whole fuckin' town red
And RIP they 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 slugs

You no thug!
I earned God damn penny that I got
Son I'm rollin' in the convertible
I a nigga would what?
Try to fuckin' jack me, murder you

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