Luyện nghe bài hát Wu Crime

Yo, there's a rumor, an inmate heard
Salesman hiring, a convict of
Bodyguard, who used to do fitness
His business, is to terrifying the witness
In the gym is he gained his powers
Boss was the pizzeria that rolled flower
A man, felt good to be made
Turned murderer, extremely to upgrade
But he still baked pies, and his would rise
his enemy, he watched to take dives
Allies, retaliate the least
Even the score, had a thousand guns, would calibrate
He sort of and double crossed, moved on them
Swiftly, if away, sit and shuttle off
in the 'Ville, without the Amity
Scars upon the grill of your family
utilized and brutalized
Informats and crucified
Wakes firebombed, shot up
The jakes was not alarmed to damage the

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

Priest]
Aiyo, Saladin, vivid Wall Street
Muslims, kufis, uzi's, the Wu is
Ferociously, I general, a world's above self
Conspicious, crime make me grab the nine off the
The dark hallways, amazingly convenient, the with Jane
cracks or playing 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, Priest the ambassador
Passion for war, Wu-Massacre, threats, they never me
Plots to my death, mic jack
Lyrically, I'm only afraid of my own
Words that shape into nuclear wars, we through walls
Bringing down the mall, I ring the store
of the Apes, bandanas on our face
Hammers on our waist, out in space
The plate, fake armor, will harm ya'll snakes