Luyện nghe bài hát Unpredictable

[Intro:
whips and rollies, ice chains and stogies
No could hold me, in this Thug World

[Inspectah
I it with the bolo grip, solo control the strip
Behold, P.L.O. the click, man, it's with
So quick, how we bang with the knuckles bare
Wu-Tang, keep it fresh like ware
The Jungle, Animal House, gat in your
Polly the wild life, cannibal out
this five course meal in effect, reel to reel or cassette
Or with the mask on, the tech
Killah Hill, man, you feelin' my set, my rep
with the top down, wheelin' the 'Vette
Scoop me downtown, cop the and back to the bids
Twist a blunt in of Jake and still mash on the strip
Face sick with the rap shit, stacking chips
In the pits, stick shit, cats packing grips
Bad bitch with the black six, after my
She like, this your pussy, and she smash my
Not a fake, not a fraud, see my on the wall
Niggas straight, like an inmate, make the board
waiting, dudes came for sure, I lay law
Stay raw, cause a 'massacre' no 'chainsaw'
Half y'all about it, but you don't want war
See my wolves eat the bones and we still more
We be at the mouth, even, I doubt we leave without eating
So reason, pounds are squeezing
The lifestyle of fiends and beans, big dreams and
Bitches ride like the Scream
For a taste of it, the chick strip, clean out the
Next thing she was smuggling between the seams

[Hook: Wiggles] + (RZA)
If niggas is listening, the life we living in, is wrong
(Witty Wu-Tang is unpredictable, Witty is unpredictable)
Back for transitions, to us from harm
We in the race for time... so we won't lose our
But if we run the race a thug
We would lose mind that we made of

You kept the weapon concealed a magician's secret dollar bill
to pull a knife from out of his heal
Snatch the from the rock with one hand
One finger, bzzz, ya body to sand
You'll be hoping you'd be Spidey, to get from this
You be you be whitey when the judge get pissed
One man, can't uplift the
Like Method Man standing on the of fans
See the and Lieutenants, true descendant
Splendid, unprecidented, hip hop
Started from the benches, before the NARCs could snitch us
He was God Divine, trying to spark the wizzes