Luyện nghe bài hát Unpredictable

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

[Inspectah
I hold it with the bolo grip, control the strip
Behold, P.L.O. the click, man, it's with
So quick, notice how we with the knuckles bare
Wu-Tang, it fresh like tupper ware
The Jungle, Animal House, gat in your
Polly with the wild life, out
Give this five course meal in effect, to reel or cassette
Or with the mask on, the tech
Killah Hill, man, you my set, feelin' my rep
Annamette the top down, wheelin' the 'Vette
Scoop me downtown, cop the brown and to the bids
Twist a blunt in front of and still mash on the strip
Face with the rap shit, stacking them chips
In the pits, stick shit, cats them grips
Bad bitch with the black six, my dick
She like, this 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, came for sure, I lay law
Stay raw, cause a 'massacre' with no
Half y'all talk it, but you don't want war
See my wolves eat the and we still want more
We be foaming at the mouth, even, I doubt we without eating
So without reason, are squeezing
The lifestyle of fiends and beans, big dreams and
Bitches ride the Scream Machine
For a taste of it, the strip, clean out the jeans
thing she was smuggling coke between the seams

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

You kept the weapon concealed like a magician's 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 you'd be Spidey, to get away from this
You be hoping you be whitey the judge get pissed
One man, uplift the land
Like Method Man standing on the of fans
See the Captain and Lieutenants, true
Splendid, unprecidented, hip hop
from the park benches, before the NARCs could snitch us
He was God Cypher Divine, trying to the wizzes