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 wait is
Pop fu*kin....

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

Aiyo, aiyo, straight funky and polly, blue X
They lookin' for me, what the you behind me for?
everything I breathe on
I'm from a boulevard where get jabbed and peed on
homey, we more lavish
I sneak you in the crib, see my lizards 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 seed in the back of the Beemer,
We like lion killas, catch me on with the gauge in my right hand
in his leather bomber
I scalp money, you know we and talk funny
ya'll corner rappers, don't ever walk up on me
I write only a safe Malcolm
Jeans getting muddy from clap him

[Masta
My gun was a .32, right before *ugh*
to the .38, maybe 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, ting, sexy bad
We up at Spring, with that thing
My crew strong, we take no
Or party done, you know how it run
places, covered faces, beat cases
A big mouth will get your teeth knocked the out
Keep it ninja, take money, stay
I injure, any muthafu*kin'

[Method
Garbage, ya up, go finish them rhymes up
All my is lined up, my corners is crimed 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, spots up
Plotting to get you wind up, box, find her
Scratch, we got 'em sized up, and when the is in the house
You, you, you, you, you
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[Ghostface
On the side of the projects, gray
'lo goose, mack 11 tucked in front of the belt
Prestigious moves, I'm 'em, hoes, I'm drillin' 'em
We like George Foreman out in the streets, we 'em
In the van, 45's and dealy's, ready to
A arrest box is going off, Toney got grams
Got a bathtub full of white, lay it in like
Montana Tone about to blow, cowards like fans

Deck]
This is boulevard hard, than your black car
Camouflage rap guard, I the yard
I.N.S. spit monster bars, split, long
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
I spit, make 'em spend all they cash, I'm so Wu
So new, I ain't rip off the tags

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

Bzzz, out the beehive, you dip and you
But you still survive, you can't see past five
Check the outlook, this is not in the
You being dragged the floor, round your jaw with my hook
Lyrical juks, five mil', the deal, off the
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 in Da Front, reunite 'em
Make 'em all R.S.V.P., if they want it, we invite 'em
No beef, less talk and more
You can roll as a whole, and they'll you back in fractions
Break beat fanatic, crates 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