Luyện nghe bài hát Watch Ya Mouth

[Intro:
You (General, general) (Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang)
up, yeah (Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang)
Suuuuuuuu, aiyo, man, the wait is
Pop fu*kin....

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

Aiyo, aiyo, straight and polly, blue X 'liro
They for me, what the fu*k you behind me for?
Stressin' I breathe on
I'm from a boulevard where n*ggas get jabbed and 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 know I got my arm on
called me up, rob me
Yeah, we got your seed in the of the Beemer, starving
We like lion killas, catch me on stage with the in my right hand
Grenade in his leather
I scalp money, you know we hungry and funny
Coffin ya'll corner rappers, don't walk up on me
I write only a safe Malcolm
Jeans getting muddy clap with him

[Masta
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 from far, the best tenth, camouflage vet, the set
We on the east wing, Trini' ting, bad
We up at Spring, with thing 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, take money, ninja
I injure, any contender

Man]
Garbage, ya time's up, go finish rhymes up
All my is lined up, my corners is crimed up
Niggas know where to us, setting the grind up
Probably shoving pies up, my rims is shined up
Wu, we on the rise up, spots up
Plotting to get you wind up, box, then her
Scratch, we got 'em up, and when the east is in the house
You, you, you, you, you
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Killah]
On the of the projects, gray skully
Bubble 'lo goose, mack 11 tucked in 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, and dealy's, ready to slam
A house box is going off, Toney got grams
Got a bathtub full of white, lay it in sand
Montana about to blow, ya'll cowards like fans

Deck]
This is boulevard hard, than your black car
Camouflage rap guard, I 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 like the Pres, men off to blast
I spit, make '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, need the hood
All I needs a burner, Nat Turner
rat murderer, all I hear is turf talk
Back full of goons, with bullet wound 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 past
the outlook, this is not in the book
You being dragged across the floor, round your jaw with my
Lyrical juks, mil', the deal, off the books
Steve Rif' gave the nod, the good look
Still spit poison venom, red and Wu denim
Had honeydew suits, 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 more
You can roll as a whole, and send you back in fractions
beat fanatic, with crates deep in attics
The Abbott pull out the 45, the static
I scroll the menu then, roll to the venue
The dress code is armor, or get a up in you