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....

[Chorus 2X: Method Man,
You better, your, muthafu*kin' mouth
It's just wolves with
You clown n*ggas can't rule the streets, we shot
Wu-Tang, we rule the east, taking over the

Aiyo, aiyo, funky and polly, blue X 'liro
They lookin' for me, what the fu*k you behind me
everything I breathe on
I'm a boulevard where n*ggas get jabbed and peed on
Whatever homey, we lavish
I might you in the crib, see my lizards in grasses
You try to get me on, yo
And when you see me, you know I got my arm on
called me up, rob me
Yeah, we got seed in the back of the Beemer, starving
We like lion killas, catch me on stage with the gauge in my hand
Grenade in his bomber
I scalp money, you know we hungry and funny
Coffin ya'll rappers, don't ever walk up on me
I with only a safe Malcolm
Jeans getting muddy clap with him

[Masta
My first gun was a .32, right *ugh*
Graduated to the .38, a 9
I prefer the .45, stay live, techs the crack gate in '88
AR spit from far, the best tenth, camouflage vet, the set
We on the east wing, Trini' ting, bad
We up at Spring, that thing thing
My crew strong, we no search
Or your party done, you how it run
Spray places, covered faces, cases
A big will get your teeth knocked the fu*k out
Keep it ninja, money, stay ninja
I injure, any contender

[Method
Garbage, ya time's up, go finish them up
All my soldiers is lined up, my corners is up
Niggas know to find us, setting the grind up
Probably them pies up, my rims is shined up
Wu, we on the rise up, supplied up
Plotting to get you up, box, then find her
Scratch, we got 'em sized up, and when the is in the house
You, you, you, you, you
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Killah]
On the side of the projects, gray
Bubble 'lo goose, 11 tucked in front of the belt
Prestigious moves, I'm 'em, hoes, I'm drillin' 'em
We like George out in the streets, we grillin' 'em
In the van, 45's and dealy's, ready to
A house arrest box is going off, got grams
Got a bathtub full of white, lay it in like
Montana Tone to blow, ya'll cowards like fans

[Inspectah
is boulevard hard, larger than your black car
Camouflage rap guard, I stomp the
I.N.S. spit monster bars, split, cigars
My click dodge, bitch, y'all are
I get it in like, Tim off the glass, spreading my
I'm the Pres, sending men off to blast
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, don't need the
All I needs a good burner, Nat
Snake rat murderer, all I hear is talk
Back room's full of goons, with wound birthmarks
From the first spark, you heard my
(Wu-Tang) more exhaust, tomahawk, cruise missile, launch

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

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