Luyện nghe bài hát Wu Crime

Yo, there's a rumor, an inmate heard
Salesman hiring, a convict of
Bodyguard, who used to do physical
His business, is catching to terrifying the
In the gym is where he gained his
Boss was the owner that rolled flower
A made man, felt good to be
Turned murderer, extremely to upgrade
But he baked pies, and his cake would rise
Like his enemy, he watched to dives
Allies, would retaliate the
Even the score, had a thousand guns, they calibrate
He sort of loss and crossed, moved on them
Swiftly, if worlds away, sit and off
Horror in the 'Ville, without the
Scars upon the of your friends family
Workers and brutalized
scrutinized and crucified
Wakes firebombed, functions 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 right past, mind business
I don't know nothing, they found his ho in the
Barbeque wings, blings for my that's true kings
Sit up in the crib, catch and screw fiends
Yeah, watching me, time, scotch me
I drink liquor, I'm a version of Hitler
On wax, no 'dacks, just water, a on
I waves, saying 'niggas is trash'
Yo, how to write, beware, I pull up, he here
I should of known, I had a clone, see
Niggas'll get hurt, merked, off in a new turf
Trunk of Siamese rats and gnats, yo
I do it for the cats in pits, and all the bitches with big
hundred shoe game switch
Shake that shake, I bake, I in estate
That kill niggas grits and steak
You might get with a mack eleven, or run off the road
Or shot in McDonald's for fronting with niggas

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