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

Aiyo, aiyo, straight funky and polly, X 'liro
They for me, what the fu*k you behind me for?
Stressin' everything I on
I'm from a boulevard where n*ggas get jabbed and on
Whatever homey, we more
I might 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 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 know we hungry and talk
Coffin ya'll corner rappers, ever walk up on me
I write with only a Malcolm
Jeans getting muddy from with him

[Masta
My first gun was a .32, right *ugh*
to the .38, maybe a 9
I prefer the .45, stay live, techs held the 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 thing thing
My crew strong, we take no
Or your done, you know how it run
places, covered faces, beat cases
A big mouth will get your teeth knocked the out
Keep it ninja, money, stay ninja
I injure, any contender

[Method
Garbage, ya time's up, go them rhymes up
All my soldiers is lined up, my is crimed up
Niggas know where to us, setting the grind up
Probably shoving them pies up, my is shined up
Wu, we on the rise up, spots up
Plotting to get you up, box, then find her
Scratch, we got 'em up, and when the east is in the house
You, you, you, you, you
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[Ghostface
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 George Foreman out in the streets, we 'em
In the van, 45's and dealy's, ready to
A house arrest box is 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
Camouflage rap guard, I stomp the
I.N.S. spit monster bars, split, cigars
My dodge, bitch, y'all 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 done us, some cursed us on purpose
I'm the Grouch, my is a circus
Earner, plus a good learner, don't need the
All I needs a good burner, Nat
Snake rat murderer, all I is turf talk
Back room's full of goons, with wound birthmarks
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 survive, you can't see past five
the outlook, this is not in the book
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
Still spit venom, red monkey and Wu denim
Had suits, caramel sundae, all in 'em

Put my in Da Front, reunite '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 you back in fractions
Break beat fanatic, with crates deep in
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