Luyện nghe bài hát Watch Your Mouth

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

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

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

Aiyyo, I stay funky and piley, blue
They lookin' for me, what the you behind me for?
Stressin' everythin' I breathe on, I'm from the
Where get jacked and peed on

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

Cartier called me up, here
We got seed in the back of the Beemer starvin'
We lion killers, catch me on stage with the gauge
In my right hand, and this leather bomber

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

My gun was a .32, back before uh
Graduated to the .38, maybe a
I the fo' five, stay alive
Techs held the crack in '88

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

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

Hey bitch, your up, go finish them rhymes up
All my soldiers is lined up, my corners is up
know where to find us, settin' the grind up
Police checkin' pies up, my rims are shined up

Wu, we on the up, crops supplied up
niggaz demise up, boxed in conduct
Scratch we got 'em up and when the East is in the house
(You better watch motherfuckin' mouth)
You, you, you, you, you

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

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

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

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

I get it in Tim off the glass
Slammin' my name, I'm like the prez, sendin' men off to
What I spit, make 'em all their cash
I'm so Wu, so new that I ripped off the tags
(You better your motherfuckin' mouth)

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

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