Luyện nghe bài hát Wu Crime

Yo, there's a rumor, that an heard
hiring, a convict of murder
Bodyguard, who used to do physical
His business, is catching to the witness
In the gym is he gained his powers
Boss was the pizzeria owner rolled flower
A man, felt good to be made
Turned murderer, extremely to upgrade
But he still baked pies, and his cake rise
Like his enemy, he to take dives
Allies, would the least
Even the score, had a thousand guns, they would
He sort of loss and double crossed, on them
Swiftly, if away, sit and shuttle off
Horror in the 'Ville, the Amity
Scars upon the grill of friends family
utilized and brutalized
Informats and crucified
firebombed, functions shot up
The was not alarmed to damage the product

Shoot his mans, grizzly stance, up in the GT,
With the sword that'll up a van
When them peoples come, blow past, mind your business
I don't know nothing, they found his ho in the
Barbeque wings, for my niggas that's true kings
Sit up in the crib, catch and screw fiends
Yeah, me, next time, scotch me
I drink liquor, I'm a version of Hitler
On wax, no 'dacks, water, a doorag on
I scratch waves, saying 'niggas is
Yo, learn how to write, beware, I pull up, he
I of known, I had a clone, see weird
Niggas'll get hurt, merked, dropped off in a new
Trunk of Siamese rats and gnats, yo
I do it for the in pits, and all the bitches with big tits
Five hundred shoe game
that shake, I bake, I live in estate
That kill niggas over and steak
You might get with a mack eleven, or run off the road
Or shot in McDonald's for with fake niggas

[Killah
Aiyo, Saladin, Wall Street sixteen
Muslims, kufis, uzi's, the Wu is
Ferociously, I rank general, a world's self
Conspicious, crime make me grab the nine off the
The dark hallways, amazingly convenient, the with Jane
Juggling cracks or playing with
The law of the streets, gangsta crave the beef to
with plates and snake wanna eat
Gazed at the spectacular rapper, niggas is
Rap tours, the hood ambassador
Passion for war, Wu-Massacre, threats, they never me
Plots to my death, mic conspiracy
Lyrically, I'm afraid of my own ability
Words that into nuclear wars, we shooting through walls
Bringing down the mall, I ring around the
Planets of the Apes, on our face
on our waist, cameras out in space
The nickel plate, fake armor, harm ya'll snakes