Luyện nghe bài hát Unpredictable

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

[Inspectah
I hold it the bolo grip, solo control the strip
Behold, P.L.O. the click, man, it's over
So quick, how we bang with the knuckles bare
Wu-Tang, keep it fresh like ware
The Jungle, House, gat in your mouth
Polly the wild life, cannibal 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 Jake and mash on the strip
Face sick with the rap shit, stacking them
In the pits, shit, cats packing them grips
Bad with the black six, after my dick
She like, this your pussy, and she my click
Not a fake, not a fraud, see my on the wall
Niggas straight, an inmate, try'nna make the board
waiting, dudes 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 want more
We be foaming at the mouth, even, I doubt we without eating
So without reason, pounds are
The of fiends and beans, big dreams and CREAM
ride like the Scream Machine
For a taste of it, the chick strip, clean out the
Next thing she was smuggling between the seams

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

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