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, watch your, mouth
just wolves with beats
You clown n*ggas can't the streets, we send shot
Wu-Tang, we rule the east, over the block

Aiyo, aiyo, funky and polly, blue X 'liro
They lookin' for me, what the fu*k you behind me
Stressin' I breathe on
I'm a boulevard where n*ggas get jabbed 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 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, me on stage with the gauge in my right hand
Grenade in his leather
I scalp money, you we hungry and talk funny
Coffin ya'll corner rappers, don't ever up on me
I write with a safe Malcolm
Jeans muddy from clap with him

[Masta
My first gun was a .32, right before
to the .38, maybe a 9
I the .45, stay live, techs held the crack gate in '88
AR spit from far, the tenth, camouflage vet, reppin' the set
We on the wing, Trini' ting, sexy bad
We up at Spring, with that thing
My strong, we take no search
Or your party done, you how it run
Spray places, covered faces, beat
A big mouth will get your 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 where to find us, setting the up
Probably shoving pies up, my rims is shined up
Wu, we on the rise up, spots up
Plotting to get you up, box, then find her
Scratch, we got 'em sized up, and the east is in the house
You, you, you, you, you
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Killah]
On the side of the projects, skully
'lo goose, mack 11 tucked in front of the belt
Prestigious moves, I'm killin' 'em, hoes, I'm 'em
We George Foreman out in the streets, we grillin' 'em
In the van, 45's and dealy's, to slam
A house arrest box is going off, Toney got
Got a bathtub of white, lay it in like sand
Montana Tone about to blow, ya'll cowards fans

Deck]
This is boulevard hard, than your black car
Camouflage rap guard, I stomp the
I.N.S. monster bars, split, long cigars
My click dodge, bitch, are frauds
I get it in like, Tim off the glass, my name
I'm like the Pres, men off to blast
What I spit, make 'em all they cash, I'm so Wu
So new, I ain't rip off the tags

RZA done birthed us, some 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 birthmarks
From the first spark, you heard my
(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
the outlook, this is not in the book
You dragged across the floor, round your jaw with my hook
juks, five mil', the deal, off the books
Steve Rif' gave the nod, the good look
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 it, we don't invite 'em
No beef, less and more action
You can roll as a whole, and they'll send you back in
Break beat fanatic, with deep in attics
The pull out the 45, loop the static
I scroll the menu then, roll to the venue
The dress code is armor, or get a up in you