Luyện nghe bài hát Unpredictable

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

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

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

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