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: Man, Raekwon]
You better, watch your, mouth
It's just wolves with
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, blue X
They lookin' for me, the fu*k you behind me for?
everything I breathe on
I'm from a boulevard where get jabbed and peed on
homey, we more lavish
I might sneak you in the crib, see my lizards in
You try to get me on, yo
And when you see me, you I got my come-up arm on
Cartier me up, rob me
Yeah, we got your seed in the back of the Beemer,
We lion killas, catch me on stage with the gauge in my right hand
Grenade in his leather
I scalp money, you know we hungry and talk
Coffin ya'll corner rappers, don't ever up on me
I write with a safe Malcolm
Jeans getting muddy from clap him

[Masta
My first gun was a .32, before *ugh*
to the .38, maybe a 9
I prefer the .45, stay live, techs the crack gate in '88
AR spit far, the best tenth, camouflage vet, reppin' the set
We on the wing, Trini' ting, sexy bad
We up at Spring, with that thing
My crew strong, we no search
Or your done, you know how it run
Spray places, covered faces, cases
A big mouth will get teeth knocked the fu*k out
Keep it ninja, take money, 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 us, setting the grind up
shoving them pies up, my rims is shined up
Wu, we on the up, spots supplied up
to get you wind up, box, then find her
Scratch, we got 'em sized up, and when the east is in the
You, you, you, you, you
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[Ghostface
On the side of the projects, skully
Bubble 'lo goose, mack 11 in front of the belt
Prestigious moves, I'm 'em, hoes, I'm drillin' 'em
We George Foreman out in the streets, we grillin' 'em
In the van, 45's and dealy's, to slam
A house box is going off, Toney got grams
Got a full of white, lay it in like sand
Montana Tone about to blow, ya'll like fans

[Inspectah
This is boulevard hard, larger than black car
Camouflage rap guard, I stomp the
I.N.S. spit monster bars, split, long
My dodge, bitch, y'all 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 ain't rip off the

RZA done birthed us, cursed us on purpose
I'm the Grouch, my mouth is a
Earner, a good learner, don't need the hood
All I a good burner, Nat Turner
Snake rat murderer, all I hear is turf
Back room's full of goons, with bullet wound
the first spark, you heard my response
(Wu-Tang) more exhaust, tomahawk, cruise missile, just

Bzzz, out the beehive, you dip and you
But you still can't survive, you can't see five
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 good look
spit poison venom, red monkey and Wu denim
Had suits, caramel 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 talk and more
You can roll as a whole, and send you back in fractions
Break beat fanatic, with deep in attics
The Abbott pull out the 45, loop the
I through the menu then, roll to the venue
The dress is armor, or get a hole up in you