Luyện nghe bài hát The Worst

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

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

Watch my shit shift, niggaz in the back, wigs
You know the stats God, even ask pah, back slit
Raw drug raps, thug and mob hats, spit on that cat
yellow love nigga fuckin' with a rich cat

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

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

Yo the semi-automatic this, unlock this
The weed get knocked, it's so hot chicks is topless
Whips are spotless, chrome rims spin
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' out the garbage
a cartridge, and bust a cap
X could never trust a cat, Onyx is as hot as it
fuckin' for free, is outta the quest
Blow blood outta your flesh, your body outta your

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

at death, holdin' your breath, laid out
On the dance floor, blood and Moet, I'm blowin' set
Trick G's, no sweat, your 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, illest beyond realest form
Bringin' the storm, you warned
Nuttin' keepin' me but heat in my palm
Sleep and you gone, you see what I'm on? Creepin' outta the
Scatter your parts from here to Battery

First first 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, don't let me get on him man

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

Mack clever niggaz dat
Catch you on the D-Lo in Mecca and ya
Shake and erase, vacation your space, breakin' face
your waist, twist you, and won't miss you

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

We got that super califragalisticexpiala shit
Eight ball in the pocket
We snatch wallets off the white
The Big forever rotted
hunt the hard target, Hot Nix'
So the bumba claat?

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

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

Enough said, let's paint this whole fuckin' red
And RIP they whole to a shred!
I got cold blood, I yo' plug, I hold, bust
no love, I'm so bugged, shoot 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 shotgun in the convertible
I wish a would what?
Try to jack me, I'll murder you

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

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