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
over the block, from the gate now
(You better watch your mouth)

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

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

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

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

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

My gun was a .32, back before uh
to the .38, maybe a nine
I prefer the fo' five, alive
held the crack gank in '88

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

places, cover faces, beat cases
A big mouth will get your teeth the fuck out
Keep a nunchuk, money, stay ninja
(You better watch your 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
know where to find us, settin' the grind up
Police checkin' them pies up, my are shined up

Wu, we on the rise up, supplied up
Plottin' niggaz demise up, boxed in
we got 'em sized up and when the East is in the house
(You watch your 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
Takin' the block, from the gate now
(You better watch your mouth)

On the side of the projects, skully, bubble 'Lo goose
Mac 11 tucked in front of the
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, ready to it
House box is goin' off, Tony got grams
Gotta bath tub of white, lay in it like Sam Montana
(You watch your motherfuckin' 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 regards
My click dons bitch, y'all are

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

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

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