Luyện nghe bài hát Watch Ya Mouth

[Intro:
You (General, general) (Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang)
What up, (Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang)
Suuuuuuuu, aiyo, man, the is over
Pop fu*kin....

2X: Method Man, Raekwon]
You better, watch your, muthafu*kin'
It's just with beats
You clown n*ggas can't rule the streets, we send
Wu-Tang, we rule the east, taking the block

Aiyo, aiyo, straight funky and polly, X 'liro
lookin' for me, what the fu*k you behind me for?
Stressin' I breathe on
I'm from a boulevard where n*ggas get and peed on
Whatever homey, we lavish
I might sneak you in the crib, see my in grasses
You try to get me on, yo
And when you see me, you I got my come-up arm on
called me up, rob me
Yeah, we got your in the back of the Beemer, starving
We like lion killas, me on stage with the gauge in my right hand
Grenade in his leather
I scalp money, you know we hungry and talk
ya'll corner rappers, don't ever walk up on me
I write with only a safe
Jeans getting muddy from clap him

Killa]
My first gun was a .32, right before
Graduated to the .38, a 9
I prefer the .45, stay live, held the crack gate in '88
AR spit from far, the best tenth, camouflage vet, the set
We on the east wing, ting, sexy bad
We up at Spring, with that thing
My strong, we take no search
Or your party done, you how it run
places, covered faces, beat cases
A big will get your teeth knocked the fu*k out
it ninja, take money, stay ninja
I injure, any muthafu*kin'

[Method
Garbage, ya time's up, go finish them up
All my soldiers is lined up, my is crimed up
Niggas know where to find us, the grind up
Probably shoving them pies up, my is shined up
Wu, we on the up, spots supplied up
Plotting to get you wind up, box, then her
Scratch, we got 'em sized up, and when the east is in the
You, you, you, you, you
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Killah]
On the side of the projects, gray
Bubble 'lo goose, mack 11 tucked in of the belt
Prestigious moves, I'm killin' 'em, hoes, I'm 'em
We like George Foreman out in the streets, we 'em
In the van, 45's and dealy's, to slam
A arrest box is going off, Toney got grams
Got a full of white, lay it in like sand
Montana Tone about to blow, ya'll cowards fans

Deck]
This is boulevard hard, larger than your car
rap guard, I stomp the yard
I.N.S. spit monster bars, split, cigars
My click dodge, bitch, are frauds
I get it in like, Tim off the glass, spreading my
I'm like the Pres, sending men off to
What I spit, 'em spend all they cash, I'm so Wu
So new, that I rip off the tags

RZA birthed us, some cursed us on purpose
I'm the Grouch, my mouth is a
Earner, plus a good learner, need the hood
All I needs a burner, Nat Turner
Snake rat murderer, all I is turf talk
Back room's full of goons, with wound birthmarks
the first spark, you heard my response
(Wu-Tang) more exhaust, tomahawk, missile, just launch

Bzzz, out the beehive, you dip and you
But you still can't survive, you can't see past
Check the outlook, this is not in the
You being dragged the floor, round your jaw with my hook
Lyrical juks, mil', the deal, off the books
Steve Rif' gave the nod, the Universal good
Still spit poison venom, red monkey and Wu
Had honeydew suits, sundae, all in 'em

Put my Clan in Da Front, 'em
Make 'em all R.S.V.P., if they want it, we don't 'em
No beef, less and more action
You can as a whole, and they'll send you back in fractions
Break fanatic, with crates deep in attics
The Abbott out the 45, loop the static
I scroll through the menu then, to the venue
The dress is armor, or get a hole up in you