Luyện nghe bài hát Wu Crime

Yo, a rumor, that an inmate heard
Salesman hiring, a convict of
Bodyguard, who used to do fitness
His business, is catching to the witness
In the gym is he gained his powers
Boss was the pizzeria owner that rolled
A man, felt good to be made
Turned murderer, extremely quick to
But he still baked pies, and his cake would
his enemy, he watched to take dives
Allies, would the least
Even the score, had a thousand guns, would calibrate
He of loss and double crossed, moved on them
Swiftly, if worlds away, sit and off
Horror in the 'Ville, the Amity
Scars upon the grill of your family
Workers utilized and
Informats scrutinized and
Wakes firebombed, functions up
The jakes was not alarmed to damage the

Shoot his mans, stance, up in the GT, Clansman
With the sword blow up a van
When them peoples come, blow right past, 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, supper 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 waves, saying 'niggas is trash'
Yo, learn how to write, beware, I up, he here
I of known, I had a clone, see weird
get hurt, merked, dropped off in a new turf
Trunk of Siamese rats and gnats, yo
I do it for the cats in pits, and all the with big tits
Five hundred shoe game
Shake shake, I bake, I live in estate
That niggas over grits and steak
You might get with a mack eleven, or run off the road
Or shot in McDonald's for fronting fake niggas

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