Luyện nghe bài hát Unpredictable

[Intro:
Plush and rollies, ice chains and stogies
No bitch could hold me, in this 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 bare
Wu-Tang, keep it fresh like tupper
The Jungle, Animal House, gat in mouth
Polly with the 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
Annamette with the top down, wheelin' the
Scoop me downtown, cop the and back 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 packing grips
Bad bitch with the black six, my dick
She like, this your pussy, and she my click
Not a fake, not a fraud, see my on the wall
Niggas straight, like an inmate, try'nna make the
Snake waiting, dudes for sure, I lay law
Stay raw, cause a with no 'chainsaw'
Half y'all about it, but you don't want war
See my wolves eat the bones and we want more
We be foaming at the mouth, even, I doubt we leave without
So without reason, pounds are
The lifestyle of fiends and beans, big and CREAM
Bitches ride like the Machine
For a taste of it, the chick strip, clean out the
Next she was smuggling coke between the seams

[Hook: Dexter + (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 harm
We in the race for time... so we won't our mind
But if we run the race a thug
We lose that mind that we made of

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