Luyện nghe bài hát The Worst

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

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

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

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

My technique, rover in the robe, link
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 spots get knocked, it's so hot chicks is
Whips are spotless, chrome spin obnoxious
You can't knock this, bust a shot you better not

X-1 out, and make you watch this
'Til your eyes turn red with blotches, eatin' out the garbage
Unload a cartridge, and a cap
X could never a cat, Onyx is as hot as it gets
Bitches for free, is outta the quest
Blow blood outta your flesh, your body your vest

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

Lookin' at death, holdin' breath, laid out
On the dance floor, blood and Moet, I'm your set
Trick 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 realest
Bringin' the storm, forseein' you
Nuttin' keepin' me calm but heat in my
Sleep and you gone, you see what I'm on? Creepin' outta the
Scatter parts from here to Battery Park

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 slam, don't let me get fool on him man

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

Mack niggaz dat regga'
Catch you on the in Mecca and Etch-a-Sketch ya
and erase, vacation your space, breakin' 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, up in your ass
to count more math, bring in the hardcore rap

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

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

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

First things first man, 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

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

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

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

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

We got that super califragalisticexpiala shit
Eight in the corner pocket
We wallets 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, bitten
Major swingers heavy
Poly your kitten, up your mittens
bitchin', no slippin', no pot to piss in
The meltin' pot's boilin' hot now in Kitchen

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

Enough said, paint this whole fuckin' town red
And RIP whole 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 up the whole club we throw slugs

You no thug!
I every God damn penny that I got
Son I'm shotgun in the convertible
I wish a nigga what?
Try to fuckin' me, I'll murder you

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