Luyện nghe bài hát The Worst

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

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

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

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

My technique, rover in the robe, link
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 semi-automatic glock this, unlock
The spots get knocked, it's so hot chicks is topless
Whips are spotless, chrome spin obnoxious
You can't this, bust a shot you better not miss

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

I the heat from across the street
Fly you up off your feet, you die short but sweet
Street crime, is money, nigga don't waste mine
Dispose my 9, throwin' your shine, your 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, groin' in debt
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, beyond your realest form
Bringin' the storm, you warned
Nuttin' keepin' me calm but heat in my
and you gone, you see what I'm on? Creepin' outta the dark
Scatter your parts from to Battery Park

First things first man, with the worst
(Fucking)
First things first man, 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 grab half the cash and bash
And splash yo' class, mash your staff,
Nigga get smacked, you ain't worth a punch, hurt your
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, your face
Straighten your waist, twist you, and won't you

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

Yo, we be the mainstream supreme top of the line cuisine fiends
one love for thugs queens schemin' 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 midst of the
We cannabis evangelists, iron palms metal fists
Wu build, like construction and bang, percussion
All the Battery packs com bust and malfunction, what kid?

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

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

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

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

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

We got super califragalisticexpiala dope shit
Eight ball in the pocket
We snatch wallets off the white
The Big Apple forever
Narcotics hunt the hard target, Hot
So what the bumba

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

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

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

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

First first man, you're 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

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