Luyện nghe bài hát Wu Crime

Yo, there's a rumor, an inmate heard
Salesman hiring, a of murder
Bodyguard, who used to do fitness
His business, is catching to terrifying the
In the gym is where he his powers
Boss was the pizzeria owner that rolled
A made man, good to be made
Turned murderer, extremely quick to
But he still baked pies, and his cake would
Like his enemy, he watched to take
Allies, would the least
the score, had a thousand guns, they would calibrate
He of loss and double crossed, moved on them
Swiftly, if away, sit and shuttle off
in the 'Ville, without the Amity
Scars upon the of your friends family
Workers utilized and
Informats and crucified
Wakes firebombed, functions up
The jakes was not alarmed to damage the

Shoot his mans, grizzly stance, up in the GT,
With the that'll blow up a van
them peoples come, blow right past, mind your business
I know nothing, they found his ho in the trash
Barbeque wings, blings for my that's true kings
Sit up in the crib, catch supper and screw
Yeah, watching me, time, scotch me
I Crystal 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 up, he here
I should of known, I had a clone, see
Niggas'll get hurt, merked, off in a new turf
full of Siamese rats and gnats, yo
I do it for the in pits, and all the bitches with big tits
Five hundred shoe switch
that shake, I bake, I live in estate
That kill niggas over and steak
You might get smacked with a eleven, or run off the road
Or shot in McDonald's for fronting with fake

Priest]
Aiyo, Saladin, vivid Street sixteen
Muslims, kufis, uzi's, the Wu is
Ferociously, I rank general, a world's self
Conspicious, crime make me grab the off the shelf
The dark hallways, amazingly convenient, the with Jane
Juggling cracks or playing with
The law of the streets, gangsta crave the to feast
Fiends plates and snake wanna eat
Gazed at the spectacular rapper, is Dracula
Rap tours, Priest the hood
Passion for war, Wu-Massacre, threats, never worry me
Plots to my death, mic jack
Lyrically, I'm afraid of my own ability
Words that shape into nuclear wars, we through walls
Bringing down the mall, I ring around the
of the Apes, bandanas on our face
Hammers on our waist, out in space
The nickel plate, fake armor, will harm ya'll