Luyện nghe bài hát Wu Crime

Yo, there's a rumor, that an heard
Salesman hiring, a of murder
Bodyguard, who to do physical fitness
His business, is catching to terrifying the
In the gym is he gained his powers
Boss was the pizzeria owner that flower
A made man, felt to be made
murderer, extremely quick to upgrade
But he baked pies, and his cake would 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, moved on
Swiftly, if worlds away, sit and off
Horror in the 'Ville, the Amity
Scars upon the grill of your family
Workers utilized and
scrutinized and crucified
Wakes firebombed, functions up
The was not alarmed to damage the product

Shoot his mans, stance, up in the GT, Clansman
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 niggas that's true
Sit up in the crib, supper and screw fiends
Yeah, me, next time, scotch me
I Crystal liquor, I'm a version of Hitler
On wax, no 'dacks, water, a doorag on
I scratch waves, 'niggas is trash'
Yo, learn how to write, beware, I up, he here
I should of known, I had a clone, see
Niggas'll get hurt, merked, dropped off in a new
Trunk full of rats and gnats, yo
I do it for the in pits, and all the bitches with big tits
hundred shoe game switch
Shake that shake, I bake, I in estate
That niggas over grits and steak
You might get smacked a mack eleven, or run off the road
Or shot in for fronting with fake niggas

[Killah
Aiyo, Saladin, vivid Street sixteen
Muslims, kufis, uzi's, the Wu is
Ferociously, I rank general, a world's above
Conspicious, crime make me grab the off the shelf
The dark hallways, amazingly convenient, the with Jane
Juggling or playing with ninas
The law of the streets, crave the beef to feast
Fiends with plates and snake eat
Gazed at the spectacular rapper, is Dracula
Rap tours, the hood ambassador
Passion for war, Wu-Massacre, threats, they worry me
to my death, mic jack conspiracy
Lyrically, I'm afraid of my own ability
that shape into 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, out in space
The nickel plate, armor, will harm ya'll snakes