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, muthafu*kin'
It's wolves with beats
You clown n*ggas can't the streets, we send shot
Wu-Tang, we the east, taking over the block

Aiyo, aiyo, funky and polly, blue X 'liro
They for me, what the fu*k you behind me for?
Stressin' I breathe on
I'm from a where n*ggas get jabbed and peed on
Whatever homey, we more
I might sneak you in the crib, see my in grasses
You try to get me on, yo
And you see me, you know I got my come-up 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 with the gauge in my right hand
Grenade in his bomber
I scalp money, you know we and talk funny
ya'll corner rappers, don't ever walk up on me
I write with a safe Malcolm
Jeans muddy from clap with him

Killa]
My first gun was a .32, right before
Graduated to the .38, a 9
I prefer the .45, live, techs held 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 strong, we take no search
Or party done, you know how it run
places, covered faces, beat cases
A big mouth will get your teeth the fu*k out
Keep it ninja, take money, stay
I injure, any contender

[Method
Garbage, ya time's up, go finish rhymes up
All my is lined up, my corners is crimed up
Niggas know where to find us, setting the up
Probably shoving them pies up, my 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, skully
Bubble 'lo goose, 11 tucked in front of the belt
Prestigious moves, I'm 'em, hoes, I'm drillin' 'em
We like Foreman out in the streets, we grillin' 'em
In the van, 45's and dealy's, ready to
A arrest box is going off, Toney got grams
Got a bathtub of white, lay it in like sand
Tone about to blow, ya'll cowards like fans

[Inspectah
This is boulevard hard, larger than black car
rap guard, I stomp the yard
I.N.S. spit bars, split, long cigars
My click dodge, bitch, are frauds
I get it in like, Tim off the glass, my name
I'm the Pres, sending men off to blast
I spit, make 'em spend all they cash, I'm so Wu
So new, that I ain't rip off the

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 needs a burner, Nat Turner
Snake rat murderer, all I hear is turf
Back room's full of goons, with bullet wound
From the first spark, you my response
(Wu-Tang) more exhaust, tomahawk, cruise missile, launch

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

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