Luyện nghe bài hát Unpredictable

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

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

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

You the weapon concealed like a magician's secret dollar bill
to pull a knife from out of his heal
Snatch the sword the rock with one hand
One finger, bzzz, turn ya body to
be hoping you'd be Spidey, to get away from this
You be hoping you be whitey when the judge get
One man, uplift the land
Like Method Man standing on the hands of
See the Captain and Lieutenants, true
Splendid, unprecidented, hip hop
Started the park benches, before the NARCs could snitch us
He was God Cypher Divine, to spark the wizzes