Luyện nghe bài hát Unpredictable

[Intro:
Plush whips and rollies, ice chains and
No bitch could 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 with
So quick, notice how we bang with the knuckles
Wu-Tang, it fresh like tupper ware
The Jungle, Animal House, gat in mouth
Polly the wild life, cannibal out
Give this course meal in effect, reel to reel or cassette
Or with the mask on, peelin' the
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 and still mash on the strip
Face sick the rap shit, stacking them chips
In the pits, stick shit, cats packing grips
Bad bitch with the six, after my dick
She like, this your pussy, and she smash my
Not a fake, not a fraud, see my on the wall
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 want
We be foaming at the mouth, even, I we leave without eating
So without reason, are squeezing
The lifestyle of fiends and beans, big and CREAM
Bitches ride the Scream Machine
For a taste of it, the chick strip, out the jeans
Next she was smuggling coke between the seams

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

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