Luyện nghe bài hát Watch Your Mouth

Y'know? General, general, out
Yeah, man, you poppin' fuckers
(You better watch your mouth)

It's just rules beats, you clown niggaz can't rule the streets
We set shop, Wu-Tang, we the East
Takin' over the block, from the now
(You better your motherfuckin' mouth)

Aiyyo, it's just rules with beats, you clown niggaz can't rule the
We set shop, Wu-Tang, we rule the
Takin' over the block, you fuck with the block
(You better your motherfuckin' mouth)

Aiyyo, I stay and piley, blue Excelero
lookin' for me, what the fuck you behind me for?
Stressin' I breathe on, I'm from the boulevard
Where niggaz get and peed on

Whatever homey, we more
I might sneak you in the crib, see my and glasses
Try to get my come up on, yo and you see me
You know I got my up arm on

Cartier me up, robbery here
We got your in the back of the Beemer starvin'
We like lion killers, me on stage with the gauge
In my hand, grenade and this leather bomber

I scout money, you know we hungry and talk
Coughin' out corner rappers, don't never up on me
I with only insane Malkovich
(You watch your motherfuckin' mouth)
My troops gave me money to clown them, fuck it

My first gun was a .32, before uh
Graduated to the .38, a nine
I prefer the fo' five, alive
Techs held the gank in '88

8 oz. straight from Florida, the temp
vest, reppin' the set
Wu on the east wing, twenty-ten, bad
We up at with that thing, thing, my crew strong
We no search for your party Dunn, you know how I run

Spray places, cover faces, cases
A big will get your teeth knocked the fuck out
a nunchuk, take money, stay ninja
(You better watch motherfuckin' mouth)
I injure, any motherfuckin'

Hey bitch, your time's up, go finish rhymes up
All my is lined up, my corners is crimed up
Niggaz where to find us, settin' the grind up
Police checkin' them pies up, my rims are up

Wu, we on the rise up, crops up
Plottin' niggaz up, boxed in conduct
Scratch we got 'em sized up and when the is in the house
(You better your motherfuckin' mouth)
You, you, you, you, you

It's just rules with beats, you clown niggaz rule the streets
We set shop, Wu-Tang, we rule the
Takin' over the block, the gate now
(You better watch your mouth)

On the side of the projects, gray skully, bubble 'Lo
Mac 11 in front of the belly
moves, we killin' 'em, hoes we drillin' 'em
We George Foreman out in the streets, we grillin' 'em

In the van, .45's and dilly's, to slam it
House arrest box is goin' off, got grams
Gotta bath tub full of white, lay in it Sam Montana
(You better watch your mouth)
Tune 'em out, to blow out, 'em like fans

This is hard, loungin' in your black car
Camouflage rat on 'Stomp the Yard'
I N S spit monster bars, flip long
My dons bitch, y'all are frauds

I get it in Tim off the glass
Slammin' my name, I'm like the prez, men off to blast
What I spit, 'em spend all their cash
I'm so Wu, so new I ain't ripped off the tags
(You watch your motherfuckin' mouth)

Put my in da front, reunite 'em
Make 'em all R.S.V.P., if they want it, we don't 'em
No beef, talk and more action
We as a whole, we'll send you back in fractions

Break through fanatic, low crates deep in
The Abbott pulled out a .45, looped static
I scrolled through the menu rolled to the venue
(You better watch motherfuckin' mouth)
The dress code is armor all, put a up in him