Luyện nghe bài hát The Worst

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

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

Watch my shit shift, in the back, wigs lift
You know the 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 now, 5 feet 6, with a crisp hat plush
Throwin' down on thirty bricks, is with that
Though, federados my man yo, hit lotto
Three-hundred thousand in the bottle, bitch math is how

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

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

X-1 wild out, and make you this
'Til your eyes turn red with blotches, eatin' scraps out the
a cartridge, and bust a cap
X could never trust a cat, Onyx is as hot as it
Bitches fuckin' for free, is outta the
blood outta your flesh, your body outta your vest

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

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

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

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

Steal master half the cash fast and bash
And splash yo' class, your staff, what
Nigga get smacked, you worth a punch, hurt your bunch
Get in front, in the wrong circle punk

Mack clever dat regga'
Catch you on the in Mecca and Etch-a-Sketch ya
Shake and erase, vacation your space, breakin' your
Straighten waist, twist you, and won't miss you

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

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

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

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

First things first man, you're the worst
(Fucking)
First things first man, you're 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 Fingaz kid, you got my
I got your cousin

I got the
And when them niggaz start jumpin', bust cousin
'Cause it's a new year, for some new shit
rappers dyin' over music

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

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 collared
The Big Apple rotted
Narcotics hunt the target, Hot Nix'
So what the bumba

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

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

Enough said, let's paint this fuckin' town 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 shoot up the whole club we slugs

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

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

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