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, your, muthafu*kin' mouth
It's just wolves with
You clown n*ggas can't rule the streets, we shot
Wu-Tang, we rule the east, taking the block

Aiyo, aiyo, funky and polly, blue X 'liro
They lookin' for me, what the fu*k you me for?
Stressin' everything I on
I'm from a boulevard where get jabbed and peed on
Whatever homey, we more
I might you in the crib, see my lizards 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 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 money, you know we hungry and talk funny
Coffin ya'll corner rappers, don't ever up on me
I write with only a safe
Jeans muddy from clap with him

Killa]
My first gun was a .32, right *ugh*
Graduated to the .38, a 9
I prefer the .45, live, techs held the crack gate in '88
AR from far, the best tenth, camouflage vet, reppin' 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
Spray places, covered faces, beat
A big mouth get your teeth knocked the fu*k out
Keep it ninja, take money, ninja
I injure, any muthafu*kin'

Man]
Garbage, ya time's up, go them rhymes up
All my soldiers is up, my corners is crimed up
Niggas know to find us, setting the grind up
Probably shoving them up, my rims is shined up
Wu, we on the rise up, supplied 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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Killah]
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 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 full of white, lay it in sand
Montana Tone about to blow, cowards like fans

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

RZA done us, some cursed us on purpose
I'm the Grouch, my is a circus
Earner, plus a learner, don't need the hood
All I needs a good burner, Nat
rat murderer, all I hear is turf talk
Back room's full of goons, with wound birthmarks
the first spark, you heard my response
(Wu-Tang) more exhaust, tomahawk, 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 across the floor, round your jaw with my hook
juks, five mil', the deal, off the books
Steve gave the nod, the Universal good look
Still spit poison venom, red and Wu denim
Had suits, caramel sundae, all in 'em

Put my Clan in Da Front, 'em
Make 'em all R.S.V.P., if they want it, we invite 'em
No beef, less and more action
You can roll as a whole, and send 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