Luyện nghe bài hát Watch Your Mouth

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

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

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

Aiyyo, I stay funky and piley, Excelero
They lookin' for me, the fuck you behind me for?
Stressin' everythin' I breathe on, I'm from the
niggaz 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 I got my come up arm on

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

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

My gun was a .32, back before uh
Graduated to the .38, a nine
I the fo' five, stay alive
held the crack gank 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 thing, thing, my crew strong
We take no search for your party Dunn, you how I run

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

Hey bitch, time's up, go finish them rhymes up
All my soldiers is lined up, my is crimed up
Niggaz know where to find us, the grind up
Police checkin' them 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 your mouth)
You, you, you, you, you

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

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

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

This is boulevard hard, loungin' in your car
Camouflage rat on 'Stomp the Yard'
I N S monster bars, flip long regards
My click 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
I spit, make 'em spend all their cash
I'm so Wu, so new I ain't ripped off the tags
(You better watch your mouth)

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 action
We parole as a whole, we'll you back in fractions

Break through fanatic, low crates in attics
The Abbott pulled out a .45, looped static
I through the menu then rolled to the venue
(You better watch your mouth)
The dress code is all, put a hole up in him